. . . Where am I?
Nothing. He could feel nothing, see nothing. Only the telltale sign of water pressing all around him told him that he floated in something.
Total darkness engulfed him.
He tried to remember.
. . . Who am I?
Darkness.
Blinding light suddenly floated his vision. It felt like he hadn’t seen like in a long time.
What greeted him though, took on the form of utmost unpleasantness.
All around him, corpses sprawl across the metal flooring. The floor grids stained with dried blood. The tank that housed him was significantly damaged, cracked in various places.
In a few more seconds, the glass cracked, releasing him from gallons of unknown liquid that kept him in stasis. He coughed out liquid and choked on air alike.
The smell wasn’t that particularly welcoming either. Decay had already settled in for quite some time now judging form the pungent fumes that filled the air. He eyeballed the tank, there etched two words on a metal plate at the very top: Seth Uria.
Was that my name?
Seth could not recall. Stasis amnesia?
Stumbling across the room, he left the site of execution and attempted to find an exit. His brain told him as much. The find the way out part, that is.
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