It's Time to Wake Up

#"Yo Mills" "Are you alright? Seriously man [[WAKE UP]]!"

Dude chill Like five more minutes... I'm not late just yet.. It's like so [[early]]....

"What are you talking about man?" "Are you alright? You hit your head pretty [[hard]] dude."

"Huh, No I'm ok, I just... (text-style: "fade-in-out")[Give me a second.]" [[Assess your surroundings ]]

<img src="https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/8658748/il_340x270.767334775_1ox8.jpg" /> #This is strange... You aren't in your room anymore... The bright shine of a streetlight bores into you from the telephone pole to your right. As the details around you slowly come into focus, you realize the street you woke up on bares no resemblence to the suburban Maine streets you know.The cold crisp air has been replaced with a heavy, and humid climate. The shadows of palm trees boarders the road. [["Where am I?"]] [[Stand up]]

Your body feels weak as you push yourself to your feet. Wobbling slightly, you rub your eyes and focus on the figures surrounding you. [["Where am I?"]] [[Who are you?]]

"Dude, you're joking with us right?" "Guys he's joking." [[Seriously tell me what the hell is going on!]] [[Run away.]]

"Oh com'on you know us." "Can someone find some ice for em please, for christ sake?" "We're your mates..." "See look there's Danny..." "Phil..." "Micheal..." "Com'on Millsy, it's me, Seany!" [["Where am I?"]] [[Run away.]]

You jump to your feet and start running down the tropical road. Behind you, you can hear the calls of "your friends" "Millsy come back!" "Quit it man, your freaking us out!" "What should we do, shit." [[Duck down the next street]] [[Go back]]

You slow your pace, and come to a stop in an empty intersection. The group of strangers catch up to you. "Dude are you ok?" [["Where am I?"]]

"Ok, man. Just calm down, we gotcha." You're in Lakeland, Florida. Your name is Andy Mills, and you've lived here your whole life. We're your best mates, we've known you since kindergarden. [[Whoa, whoa, whoa... My name is not Andy Mills and most certainly do not live in Florida!!]]

Listen guys I don't know who you are, or whats happening, but I am not Andy Mills. [[How did I get here?]]

The next street winds down a hill and shopping plaza comes into view. You run into Walmart and catch your breath. <img src="http://www.freerangekids.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/walmart-at-night.jpg" /> "What the hell is going on?" you think to yourself. You grab a newspaper and check the date. Hmm, December 1st 2017, the date was correct. How did this happen... [[You rush to the bathroom.]]

<img src="https://farm2.static.flickr.com/1386/891082922_4efef3c4de_b.jpg" Locking the door behind you, you flick on the lights and look in the mirror. /> This can't be real. An unfamiliar face stares back at you. Your brown shoulder length hair is replaced with a blonde crew cut. Your brown eyes replaced with a brilliant blue. [[Freak out]] [[I need to find help]]

"Listen man, you had a nasty fall. You hit your head somethin fierce." "We told you it was a bad idea, but you insisted." "See that telephone pole there? Yeah well you thought it would be a good idea to climb it and stand at the top for a photo." "You fell all 12 or so feet right down to this pavement. It's a miracle you didn't break anything, well maybe except that brain of [[yours]]."

You take off running out of the store. As you enter the street, you notice people everywhere. Lining the sidewalks, standing outside of cars, even on rooftops. They are all staring directly at you. You increase your pace to a sprint as [[they start to close in on you]].

You decide the best place to go is the police station, someone there has to be able to help. You walk out of Walmart and make your way down the street. A police station has to be close. A strange high pitched buzzing sneaks into your brain. Suddenly your vision is washed over with a [[brilliant light]].

You cut down a side street as a mob forms behind you. You look back a see them closing in on you. As you turn back around a large stick held by muscular hands swings towards you, making contact with your left temple. A [[brilliant light]] washes over you

The light washes throughout your being and you feel a coldness pressed against your back and extremities. A (text-style: "shudder")[tightness] has developed around your wrists and ankles. [[Fear floods your body]].

Thats not right at all. You were in your room. Safe, content, in ''your'' room. Something happened. This must be some sort of [[nightmare.]]

Your vision remains completely black. Nothing but blinding whiteness. In the background you begin to hear voices. Faintly at first, growing in intensity. [["Can I get a vitals reading."]]

Slowly your vision begins to fade into focus. The voices become more and more pronounced. "I'm seeing increased activity in his frontal lobe. I think hes pulling out of it." "Nurse, have 50 CC's of morphine at the ready" The bright white light comes into focus as a blinding light of a doctors examination room. [[Help!]]

From the far side of the room you hear, "Nurse were going to need that morphine, he's rejecting our memory implant." "Whats going on?" You shout. "Nurse quickly!" You feel a prick in your [[neck]].

As emotions swirl through your head, you feel a sudden lightness. A [[brilliant light]] washes over you.

"Please, help!" "What's going on?!" Two figures appear above you as you struggle against the ristraints on your writst and legs. From above you, you hear, "I told you the program wasn't ready yet." "A damn shame. Nurse, take him back to chriosleep. Our implants need more time." Gently their voices fade, and your vision goes blank. Your world slowley (text-style: "blur")[slips into](text-style: "blurrier")[ darkness.]

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