Ugh, I feel like i got run over by a tank. What the spit happened? Where am I? 692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2hLk6q4SOo
I open my eyes and look around. A small med bay and slumbering auto-doc greet me, the lights dimmed and all the beds empty save mine. I try to get up, and barely start to move before I am stopped. Restraints hold down every part of my body. Whatever they are made of, it's too strong for me. 692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5FP9lEjLQ8
In my struggle, I notice the elephant in the room. My left arm. or lack of half of it. Past my metal elbow, there is nothing. What in hell happened?692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMOboiLzmHk
As a result of my struggle, the heartrate monitor next to me announces my increasing pulse. The screen holds a number of graphs and a diagram of a body with notes on it. Most of them692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSbC0RZfWm6
As if she was summoned by the sound, a woman walks through the door. Blond hair and the corresponding eyes, regular shoes, pantsuit and blue shirt. No weapons or appearance of combat training. All she carried was a pen and datapad, presumably with information about me. She smiled at me, but it never reached her eyes. Although she carried herself with a bit of poise, she was nervous, or excited, or maybe both. Either way, she had adrenaline in her bloodstream. Lucky me.692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7M7cAm5hxD
She takes up a chair on my right side. She places the tip of her pen against the clip board.692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvjTxiv6zlo
"Hi, I am glad you are awake. how are you feeling?" Doubtless she has seen the readouts and knows more details than I do, but she wants me to feel safe and cared about. Fine.692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvCYggFmLDD
"I hurt ma'am, who are you, where am I?" here she paused, after finishing a note on the pad.692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQARjUgR0M
"Well... You are now under my custody. I worked on several projects over the years that have been incorporated into you. I was a project director in the Pax. Now, I am waiting for answers. I would like to have your mission report."692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyyXy1v6gjJ
A chime from her pad interrupter her. As she read it, her eyes widened, and she lost much of her poise. During this intermission, I thought back to what happened. Vague memories like sheets of paper floated through my mind. Gunfire. Jumping. Pain. Falling. Water. The memories burst from the dam suddenly, overwhelming my conscience and darkening my vision. Brutus, shooting my arm, trying to kill me. Betraying me! The heartrate monitor began to scream as my pulse jackhammered in my head. I fall something kick inside me, and things change. The woman panics and leaps out of her chair and presses something on her datapad. Alarms blare, and I jackknife in the bed, straining two of the straps and breaking one of them692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVkoVvwUjf8
Instincts take me over as two men charged through the door. The woman screamed them to stop me. As they each take out a baton that crackles with electrical current, my body responds as time starts to slow for me. I jerk once more, and whatever is going on in my body now applies to my muscles. All the straps tear as I whirl in place, preparing for the two targets to rush me. They both move as if their joints are stiff and slow, due to my increased reactions. The first is close enough to swing, but I catch his wrist in my hand. Mechanical joints contract and crush the bones, tendons, and muscles, forcing the baton to drop. The target screams in agony and I release his arm, whipping mine into a backhand that connects at his temple. Wouldn't want him to suffer. One down, two left.692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFeNQn4LqtE
As the first drops, I move to finish the second. He retreats and fumbles in his pocket. I lunge off the bed, as I do, a gun fires, and a round breezes the back of my head. The female holds a small handgun, and as I hit the ground, I shove the cart holding the monitor into her. Smashing into the ground and tangled up with the cart; she loses the gun. That bought me a few seconds, but my momentum is stopped by a blow to my back. I turn and see the second target's eyes widen as he realizes that the baton's charge was useless. Using a haymaker that my drill sergeant would have had me run laps for using, my fist slams into the man's face. He flatbacks onto the floor, and I follow with a stomp to the gut. As he curls up towards me at the impact, I swing my hand down into his nose. The sound of metal crushing meat and bone echoes through the room. Two down, one left.692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0xSVs0bLfu
I face the woman on the floor. She is holding her wrist, probably sprained, and refuses to look me in the eye. A buzz, almost inaudible and interspersed with clicks and squeals, comes to my attention once my senses return. My dream while I was unconscious returns, and I know this is what the eye called the signal. The woman begins holding her head, rocking back and forth. I walk over and reach down, pulling her head up to face me. A sharp blow to the chin and she is asleep. Three down, none left.692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9yPvIzhVEX
My left arm is fully amputated, so I cannot carry her and stay safe. But I need information, so I sling her over my shoulder and exit the room. Time to get out of here.692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmYTgplkUJu
The room exited out onto a long hall, I trot left, towards the sign that reads armory, prototypes, and elevator. Sounds good. I barely start though, before the room next to the med bay catches my eye. Past the open door, are banks of computers and displays, must be the security room. As I enter, the first screen shows movement. A cafeteria with around twenty people inside. They are thrashing around, screaming, beating their heads against walls, tables, the floor, anything hard. One suddenly ceases though. he stood up, and his cameras caught its face. Like all the ferals I had killed who knows how recently, he had the same look. Under the thrall of some power greater than his mind. I would soon be having to face those monsters again. In my present condition, aching, hungry, crippled, and carrying an unconscious woman, my chances are looking about the same as my left hand. Oh wait...692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw5c7cgwkhI
I scan the other monitors, and they show similar scenes. In one however, there was a open crate on a table surrounded by similar small crates on racks. Inside that crate, was a prosthetic hand. There may just be a chance then, if the hand is meant for me. I take note of the location and hustle out of the room. I have to beat the ferals there. 692Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhZE1vGdBYu
