I could hear voices.

How long has it been since I last heard sound?
The sound almost hurt my ears but it was worth it now that I'm no longer trapped in silence.

"How is she?" It was a woman speaking, she sounded very serious and businesslike.

"Stable, she'll be fully awake within the next four to five hours."

What she were they talking about?
Me?
I'm wide awake now, no one has to wait for anything.
What are they even talking about?

"Hmm. How long will it take for her senses to be working to the point of social interaction?" I could probably talk now if I wanted to, my throat feels like dry hay though.

"It'll take her a day or two to figure out everything. She's been out for a long time."

Been out?
I haven't been out, I've been awake for ages, that's at least what I feel like now, I'm not tired or sleepy, just awake.

"What about the cerebrum implant?" Cerebrum, that's in my brain, that doesn't sound like it would be a good thing.

"I can get started on that now, I'll have it finished before she's awake. Shave off her hair right?"

Shave off my hair?
That ain't fuckin' happening, not over my dead body, I feel like I should be dead now, I'm bloody freezing.

"That's right, just do it quickly before she wakes up." There was the sound of efficient heels clicking on marble and it faded away quickly, leaving me with the sound of air hissing and strange beeping noises that I couldn't pinpoint.

The hissing got louder and suddenly all the cold around me disappeared and filled with warmth, thank the lord I thought I was gonna freeze to death, the lamppost in Narnia was probably warmer than me and that bitch is stuck in the snow twenty four hours a day.

I'm frickin starving right now, I'd love for something to eat, when was the last time I ate, it must have been a million years ago. So far the only thing in my stomach would be dust, my throat felt the exact same way and I knew it would hurt if I tried to talk with it like this.

There was the sound of something buzzing and I entered panic mode, that bastard is seriously gonna try to shave my hair off, I don't want anyone touching my hair, it's attached to my head for a reason, it's not just a fashion accessory. It keeps my head warm, the sun out of my face and a whole bunch of other stuff, plus it's mine to cut off, not someone else's. It'll change when I say so, not because someone ordered for it to be done.

My fingers started to twitch, I hadn't even felt them before but it seemed like I'd just realised I had things attached to me besides my thoughts, my dry mouth and my empty stomach, I need to get out of here before they or whatever try to cut off my hair.

I tried to move a little and I felt the muscles in my legs, arms and stomach waking up then getting pissed at me for the interruption, I'm so sore I feel like a giant bruise which is not something you want to feel like if you can help it because as is totally fucking obvious, it hurts, a lot.

I'm not sure what's the worst thing about suddenly waking up and having no idea where I am. The unauthorised cutting of my hair is definitely at the top of the list for the worst things to have happened during the past half an hour I've been awake then there's the cold that I don't like because I hate it with a passion just how I dislike having someone fuckin' try to shave my fucking hair off!

My anger seemed to accelerate the waking up process of my body and it felt like no time until I was positive I could move my whole hand. Enough to slap this person if they've put a stupid buzzing, cutting thing near my scalp. Actually I think I'll do more more than slap the operator of the razor, I'll throw them out a frickin window and into the ocean.

"Ugh such a shame to do this to hair this pretty." The sound of buzzing got louder then whatever had been stopping me from moving before disappeared.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled, sitting up and flinging my arms out, it collided with something and there was a thump on the ground.

I opened my eyes and immediately shielded them as a bright glare almost blinded me, there was so much white.

All around me there were control panels and beeping machines, I looked at my arm that had wires sticking out of it, they led to a bag of something that was now shrivelled up and empty. I fucking hate needles with a passion.

I pulled the needle out and blood started running down my arm, it stood out brightly against my pale skin that probably hasn't seen sunlight for ages. If it hurt me to just look at some bright lights then it's obvious I wouldn't have been outside for a long time.

My eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness and I looked at the ground, someone in a white outfit appeared to have been knocked out with a buzz thing in their hand. Was I the one who did that?
Good they tried to shave my hair off the frickin' bastard, bitch whoever the hell they were.

Before something or someone could show up and try to knock me out I climbed out of the white, clear lidded coffin like thing I'd woken up in. I'm claustrophobic as well, I'm lucky I didn't wake up with the lid over my head and injure myself trying to get out.

A white, starched dress hung to my ankles and I scrunched my face up, this is the ugliest piece of clothing I've ever seen, the only thing that could make it worse would be if I had beige socks.
I can't remember what it is that I usually wear but I know it's more attractive than this.

Blood continued to flow down my arm and it dripped onto the shined white floor, how on earth can someone stand having so much white around them?

I wiped my blood on the dress, at least it's a bit pretty now that it's a difference colour, I think a potato sack would look better on me than this horrible thing. I hope there's something around here for me to wear other than the dress.

One quick glance around the room proved that there would be no clothes for me to wear, there wasn't even a frickin marker for me to draw some pretty flowers on it, well that's just one huge disappointment.

The person on the floor was still unconscious and I found it hard to believe that I'd knocked them out so easily, whoa I'm fucking dangerous. I wonder what kind of damage I could do if I actually put my mind to it and didn't happen to punch someone in my face because I threw my arms around like a crazy person.

Maybe I should consider getting out of this room before someone shows up and tries to shave my head. I can always use my super awesome kung fu skills but I can't rely on them all the time and it would probably be a better choice to just run.

My leg cramped up as I tried to take a step towards the door and I had to lean against the coffin thing to stop myself from falling over, damn that hurts, I must have been sleeping on an angle, oh haha I'm killing myself with humour.

The pain disappeared and I was able to walk again or at least hobble a tiny bit, I don't think I'll be running around any time soon, oh doesn't that sound horrible, no exercise for me, it's so tragic. Just give me a moment to wipe away my tears from all the sorrow I'm experiencing right now.

I straightened up and groaned as muscles I didn't know I had stretched out then started hobble, walking towards the door. I really hope it's not locked, but I figured the person on the floor was unlikely to lock the door while they were in here. I mean where is the logic in that?

Next to the door on a cork board was pictures of couple of people and I looked closely at the images.
It was headshots of four guys, they had crosses over them and the word 'exterminate' covering their eyes.
The pictures looked like a modern day version of a wanted poster from the cowboy era, they had the same carefree outlaw look to them that you'd associate with a wanted poster.

I pulled one of the smaller posters off the cork board and looked at it, I wonder what they did wrong. Exterminate...didn't that mean to kill someone?

What would they have had to do for people to wanna kill them?
Taken the last piece of cake? Not handed homework in on time?

My eyes were still focused on the poster as I opened the door, it easily swung open and without looking around first I walked into the hallway. Where was I supposed to go from here anyway, do I just walk out the front door or ask someone for directions?

After examining the poster I folded it in half then looked up, there were more photos along the hallway, the same faces as the guys on the poster but with some new people thrown into the mix, they all had the same red Xs over their faces and a black bar with the word 'exterminate.' How many people must have done wrong, there's at least twenty people here, one of them was even a little girl.

I walked along the hallway, distracted by the pictures of different people then I felt something in the air shift and I looked at the end of the hallway.

Uh-oh

A man with a white suit stood there, probably looking at me, I couldn't tell for sure since there was a creepy as fuck, vampire mask covering his face. From my first thoughts, the guy looked like someone you'd run away from while on a morning jog through a park.

"Um, hi?" I said, giving the masked figure a small wave and feeling confused as to what I should do, maybe he or she was a really nice person.
Volunteers for charity's, donates to the poor, recycles and turns off their tv when it's not in use...

They started to run towards me while pulling something out of what looked like a holster.

"Aaah!" I turned around and ran screaming in the opposite direction, thank god my leg didn't decide to cramp now.

Something blasted a hole in the wall beside me and I screamed louder and ran even faster. What the hell is wrong with this people? Everyone I've met so far is batshit crazy.

"What's your problem? I just wanted to be friends!" I yelled back, turning my head to the side and screaming for a third time as a beam of light came racing at me, I ducked as it flew over my head.

A loud buzzing filled the hallway and I covered my ears as I continued to run at a million miles an hour, this is much more exercise than I expected to get when I first woke up. I was thinking maybe a light jog followed up by some same jumping jacks, maybe some yoga, not a four hundred meter sprint while being chased by a crazy person in a vampire mask with a light shooting gun!

A door appeared at the end of the hallway and I shoved it open before clicking the lock on the handle, that'll keep 'em busy for a while, now I can try to find a way to the lobby.

I pulled a face at the masked person who had stopped in front of the locked door and was standing there as if they expected me to open it, haha, as if I'll be doing that any time soon.

My tongue was stuck out and I was cross-eyed when he, she, it lifted up their gun then shot the glass by the side of the door. It shattered into pieces and left a space easily as big as the door I'd just locked.

Double uh-oh.

Once more I ran away screaming, I really need to stop teasing people, it's not gonna be doing me any favours anytime soon. What if I hurt the poor guys feelings? Maybe the person had really bad acne and covered it up with the Dracula mask, maybe the lights from the gun don't hurt and are actually magic healing rays.

If I'd been standing still I would have started snort laughing.

"Okay, okay. Time out." I said stopping to catch a breath, I haven't ran for ages and right now I felt like a fat kid climbing the rope in gym class.

A hand grabbed at my dress and I squealed before running off again, down a brand new hallway while panting in a pathetic attempt to catch my breath, I had about as much luck with that as vampire mask guy had catching me.

"I said time out! You're supposed to stop when someone yells time out! We've got a cheater, you're a cheater!" I actually had no idea what I was calling out, just some run of the mill lines that went through my head in the current situation.

"I'm sorry for sticking my tongue out at you. How about we shake hands then go out to get a nice mud mask at the local salon? Oh wait, haha you've got a mask. Never mind! How do you feel about mani-pedis?" Another hole in the wall proved they weren't interested, hey I was just tryna be the better person and offer forgiveness.

I ran through what appeared to be a lobby, one that was surrounded by glass walled offices, the largest of which had an Asian lady sitting being a desk and clicking away at a computer. She looked up as I ran screaming around the corner.

"They did it! Not me! Mr. Mask person blew up a glass door thing and I think you might wanna look into getting them some psychiatric help!" I called out to her and she stood up with a angry look on her face, jeez it was just a joke. Well it wasn't my fault that the glass was blown up but I shouldn't judge people and decide whether or not they need a psych.

More buzzing sounds filled the lobby and I ran towards the glass doors at the front of the building, leading to the outdoors that glowed with the supposed afternoon light, I didn't have the slightest idea what the time of day it was and just guessed.

I ran into the door, expecting it to immediately swing open and when it didn't I felt my face squash into the glass a tiny bit.

The masked person took another shot at me and missed by a mile, the glass door shattered and fell to pieces and I stood there watching it for a moment before stepping out what was left of the frame.
Well that was convenient.

"Thank you! Call me!" I yelled over my shoulder at the person who had be so kind as to make an escape route for me.

My bare feet felt almost raw after running over the smashed glass but thankfully none of the shards had been sharp enough to stick in my foot or that's at least what my brain told me as a form of comfort food for my phobia of getting ice into my body. The melted sand kind, I have no idea what the drug's like.

I ran across a long bridge that separated me from a river flowing below and onto sidewalk that led to a row of shops, maybe I could hide in one of them until my admirers decide to cease and desist or did I have that mix up with something else? No I'm pretty sure I was right.

People in the street turned to look at the girl in the ankle length, ugly ass dress running down the street with bare feet and a bleeding arm, surprisingly they don't look all that concerned.
Be careful citizens of Wherever the Hell We Are, your give a fuck is almost showing, either that or they need to lay off on the Botox.

I continued running straight for five more minutes down what was probably the Main Street of the city, town, place, thing, then sharply turned a corner that looked like it'd take me onto a much more empty street that would hopefully have less people to duck, dodge and dive around.

My hope was unsurprisingly short lived when I reenacted my escape scene from the building and ran face first into another object, except this object had something to say about it.

"Where's the fire, kiddo?"