"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥."
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In the year of 2734, no one suspected that the dead would rule the world.
With millions infected after the first...
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It was hard to breathe with all the trainers around me. I felt trapped, overheated and my mind instinctively screamed at me to flee from the enclosed space.
I couldn't just stop the elevator, rush out and embarrass myself in front of all of them though. So, I focused on breathing, fixating on the number of the floor.
The elevator could hold 4 people comfortably the most. But, there were more than 10 of us squished against each other.
I wasn't sure why so many trainers were here. It was still breakfast. But, most of these trainers had runs every day. If I had to guess they were eager to sprawl on their beds and unplug from chaos for a little bit.
On the other hand, I was going to the last floor as instructed by Chase. During breakfast, he came up to me to tell me the Commander needed to speak to me. He said it wasn't anything urgent, and yet I found myself throwing away my half-finished cereal, kissing Jake goodbye and moving to the 6th floor.
Once the familiar ding on the elevator indicated the 5th floor, and every last one of the trainers walked out, I was left alone. For some reason, I wasn't as nervous coming up to the Commander's floor as the last time. I did everything right on the first run. There wasn't anything bad that I could have been called for.
Except...
There is no way Chase figured out Amoxicillin was lost because of me and told the Commander.
I inhaled, suddenly trying to catch a bit of air. I looked at the number of the floor. I was overthinking it. It had to be. I impatiently awaited for the door to open.
I was met with the sunlight's glow streaming through the windows. I forgot how lucky Commander was to have the windows and not live in a complete metallic box.
"Aliana..." I spun around, my heart dancing in nervousness. I admit, after thinking about Amoxicillin and what Chase could have told him, I was scared. "Please, have a seat."
His hand moved my chair, indicating for me to sit down across his ginormous working desk. I followed his movements as he took a seat opposite of me. His eyes were the same. Soft. Caring. And yet, I wasn't sure if it was just a facade.
In this world, everyone had a mask, small or big, of their own.
"Chase told me you wanted to talk to me," I stated, simply and straightforwardly. I just wanted to get out of that room.
He observed me, noticing my finger that kept tapping the arm of the chair. "You seem on edge."
Obviously I was on edge. I didn't like him...Nor did I like Chase. Hell I didn't like anybody in Ground Zero except Jake.
I sighed, carefully and slowly choosing my words. "I'm not Commander, it's just been a long week."
"Right," he nodded, his hand moving across the keyboard of the computer. He squinted his eyes, trying to read the file. "Chase told me how the run was."
