❝I know they say life is short. They say you wake up one day, and on that day, everything you wished for and you wanted, gone just like that.❞
"I try to think of how old I am, what I look like, who my parents were, anything, but all I come up with is a blank. I can't remember anything.
My name? What's my name?
Once again, I draw a blank. I concentrate, closing my eyes.
Hadley. My name is Hadley.
Suddenly, I feel a burning sensation on my wrist. I pull it up closer to my face to examine it, and I let out a breath when I saw what was there. In small, black letters, tattooed there were a few words and numbers that are instantly seared into my mind.
PROPERTY OF WICKED
GROUP A, SUBJECT A0
THE MISTAKE"
"All we need is their children. Maybe, just maybe, we could find a cure out of it. A children of two immune."
Living under the 'protection' of PFC for years had deceived you. The new world they built for you was a lie to cover up what your previous world look like. Everyone you once knew has left, one by one for the sake for finding a 'cure'. Yet, beyond their agendas in sending kids to the maze, you silently became their key of finding the cure.
#3 in cranks [01/09/2023]
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