Becoming One of Them

Becoming One of Them

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Miss_Socks By Miss_Socks Updated Jan 24, 2014

I awake in a white room. 'Where am I?' I think as I get up while rubbing my head from the sudden headache that formed. I get off the metal bed that I was on. 'Weird. Hospitals usually use them for dead people...' My eyes widen in realization. I quickly run to the nearest mirror which is in the bathroom. I check my reflection. I'm still wearing my white tank top and camouflage pants and my combat boots. But my skin looks like an avalanche took a crap on it. It was deathly white. And my brown eyes weren't the usual bright, shining ones. Now they are dull with no life. The only thing that comes into my mind is 'I'm dead!'

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