“NaNoWriMo 2020 Pt. 15”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Additional note: In honour of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), all 30 stories written in the month of November will (hopefully) create a single multi-part story that will reach its conclusion by the end of the month. Stay tuned for a new story part every day!

Read the compiled NaNoWriMo TTtW story here!

SKYE’S POV

When I open my eyes again, I feel… new somehow. Almost like my body isn’t my own. Almost like I was reborn.

But something like rebirth isn’t possible, is it? I mean, that’s only something you hear about in fairytales and myths.

“Ah, so you’re awake.”

I jolt upright at the sound of a familiar deep male voice. A tall man stands beside me, hands clasped behind his back as if he’s some sort of rich snob.

“Who are you?” I demand. “And where am I?”

The man holds out a hand, as if he really expects me to shake it. When he sees that I’m more likely to bite it off, he retracts his hand and re-clasps it behind his back.

“My name is Winston,” he says, “and you are at a safe facility.”

I scowl. “Do you really expect me to be happy with that answer?” I snap.

He shrugs. “Perhaps. I’m afraid I really don’t know you all that well, Miss…”

I roll my eyes and remain silent. Hopefully he’ll get the idea.

He waits a moment more before nodding. “Well, I’m sure we’ll get to know each other quite well. In the meantime, please make yourself comfortable. If you’re hungry, just choose something from the menu and we’ll bring it right up to you. Unfortunately, it won’t be possible for you to leave your room at the moment, due to possible contamination from outside. But please, do make yourself comfortable for the time being. We will be able to move you to a much nicer room once the decontamination period has ended.”

Then, having finished his big speech, he spins on his heel and walks to the door. Just before he leaves, he claps his hands twice and some gentle, calming classical music starts echoing around the room. Then, he flashes me a smile before leaving. The door shuts behind him and I hear a lock turn.

I sigh and swing my legs over the side of my bed. This place is actually incredibly nice. And that’s based on before-apocalypse standards. It looks like a super fancy hotel that they somehow managed to either save or build after the apocalypse began.

Still, a little voice of caution screams at the back of my mind. Alright, so it’s not so little, it’s pretty much the main voice in my head right now. And it’s right; I don’t trust Winston. I don’t trust this room. The only people I trust right now are myself and Mason.

I need to get out of here.

Final Comments: I feel like the ending was super generic… But the music really spun this whole story around on its head! I wasn’t expecting to have such a dramatic change of tone, but here it is.

Overall Rating: 😯