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the badge beside the bed
Characters: Kevin and OPEN
Setting: His room, Block b farm, Morning
It was great to feel the warmth of his own bed. He seemed to appreciate it all the more as his eyes slowly opened. A white ceiling looked back and in return, he knitted his brow under the strange feeling. In his groggy state, the feeling of something being off swelled. Turning lazily over towards the dresser next to his bed, he reached for his gun which was as always, next to his badge.
He paused. Nothing was right. His brain kicked in and it was then that he realized, there was no badge to be found - it had been taken away long before. The more peculiar part of the puzzle was just exactly where he was. His flooding memories reminded him of the drab scenery he had faced for the last eight days. Had it all just been a dream?
Following his unusual awakening, Kevin managed to slip out of his bed and catch up on all that there was to know about where he was. The facility was his escape from the madness, or so it was meant to be in a way. He was far from naive in sticking to the false feeling.
Throwing on the green t shirt within the top drawer of his dresser, he ventured out of the room that was meant to be his home. His grey sweatpants may have went well with the shirt, but it was out of his normal public attire. At least it was comfortable and still familiar. That was a luxury he never thought he would have again.
Keeping a cautious watch around him, he wandered out to the green grass ahead. Growing plants and blooming trees under the vicious weather seemed all too dream-like. He took a turning step to get an entire three sixty view of the courtyard. It all seemed too surreal.
Setting: His room, Block b farm, Morning
It was great to feel the warmth of his own bed. He seemed to appreciate it all the more as his eyes slowly opened. A white ceiling looked back and in return, he knitted his brow under the strange feeling. In his groggy state, the feeling of something being off swelled. Turning lazily over towards the dresser next to his bed, he reached for his gun which was as always, next to his badge.
He paused. Nothing was right. His brain kicked in and it was then that he realized, there was no badge to be found - it had been taken away long before. The more peculiar part of the puzzle was just exactly where he was. His flooding memories reminded him of the drab scenery he had faced for the last eight days. Had it all just been a dream?
Following his unusual awakening, Kevin managed to slip out of his bed and catch up on all that there was to know about where he was. The facility was his escape from the madness, or so it was meant to be in a way. He was far from naive in sticking to the false feeling.
Throwing on the green t shirt within the top drawer of his dresser, he ventured out of the room that was meant to be his home. His grey sweatpants may have went well with the shirt, but it was out of his normal public attire. At least it was comfortable and still familiar. That was a luxury he never thought he would have again.
Keeping a cautious watch around him, he wandered out to the green grass ahead. Growing plants and blooming trees under the vicious weather seemed all too dream-like. He took a turning step to get an entire three sixty view of the courtyard. It all seemed too surreal.