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Dropped In an Apocalypse

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A hundred teenagers woke up to find themselves on a dropship. Memories gone and with a mysterious man communicating with them, should they lay down their trust or raise their guard? ------ A crowd of curious, excited teenagers surrounded a groaning man whose...appearance can only be described as peculiar. "He looks so different from us. Look at his washed out green skin color! And his nails..." Daisy watched as a boy reached for the green guy's hand, trying to get a closer look at those ugly black nails. "RAAAUUUGHHH!!" The boy quickly yanked his hand back, exclaiming, "and he's a biter!"
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Chapter 1 - Awake (1)

"Wake up."

"Daisy, wake up!"

Eyes opened, the girl looked at the person who woke her, "Who?"

A man with a big build and a scar stretching from his right eyebrow to below his right eye appeared before her eyes. In silence, the man lets go of her shoulder and walked away to another slumbering person. Left alone, the girl looked around in curiosity.

The man with the scar and a few others were going around waking people up. Rows of airplane-like seats were lined up to the wall, and in the center was a ladder going up. Someone climbed down the ladder and looked around, his gaze stopped at a door. The girl followed his eyes and saw a door, and right above the door was the word 'DROPSHIP.'

Frowning, the girl hunched her shoulders in pain as her head started pounding. 'Why can't I remember anything?' Looking down, the girl saw a metal bracelet around her right wrist with the word 'Daisy' engraved on it. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she held her right wrist and inspected the metal bracelet closer. She tried taking it off but no matter how hard she tugged, it wouldn't budge. Standing up, she walked towards the first person she saw upon awakening.

"Hey," She called out to the man.

The man gave her a glance and continued to wake up a man.

The girl felt dismayed by his glance, "Where are we?" She thought the man wouldn't respond but surprisingly he answered her.

"It seems we're on a dropship, as for why...I don't know."

"You don't know? How could you not-" The words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat. She lowered her head and pondered. Quietly, she went back to her seat and stared at her bracelet, 'So I'm Daisy?' A while later, everyone was awake and confused. Questions were asked but never answered.

Daisy looked up and saw people coming down the ladder until no one else came down, she started doing a head count. '99, 100. 100 people, why 100? Why a nice rounded number?'

Looking around, Daisy noticed everyone had a metal bracelet, each with a different name. 'Sixty seats all filled up, forty people standing.' She also spotted some ashes on the floor. Unknown what it was, she threw that discovery aside.

Silence soon started to shroud everyone as they stopped asking questions, realizing they won't be getting answers. The silence got so foreboding that some were even afraid to breathe loudly.

"Well?" A crisp and clear voice was heard. Everyone looked at where the sound came from. Daisy looked at the woman beside her and a word popped into her mind, beautiful. The woman's beautiful, very beautiful. With a small button nose, big doe eyes, pearly teeth, and the coral lips, the woman looked to be very innocent and vulnerable but the strong air she gives off says quite the opposite.

"Are we just going to sit around and do nothing?" Although no one replied back to her, the woman didn't lose confidence or start to waver, "We all want answers. But we don't have any because none of us remembers a damn thing. The only clues we have are the names on our bracelets and that word above the door."

Following her gaze, some people only then saw the word 'DROPSHIP.' People started to find some kind of reassurance in their neighbors.

"We're on a dropship?"

"If we're on a dropship, what's outside?"

"Why are we even on a dropship?"

This clue only served to add more confusion. "Actually, we have another clue," The woman spoke again, causing heads to turn fast at her words. "everyone, see that big screen? I think we can play it." The woman got up, going towards the big screen hanging off on a wall. She felt around it, trying to find some kind of buttons. Giving up, she turned towards the crowd, "Anyone knows how to work this thing?"

No one talked and no one moved forward after minutes passed, a boy walked out of the crowd. He was of average built, leaning a bit towards the dainty side. Soft and delicate features adorned the boy's face.

Going up to the screen, the boy looked around but couldn't find anything.

Seeing the boy not being able to find anything either disappointed the woman.

"This is a dropship so shouldn't there be a control room?"

Daisy turned towards the familiar voice, it was the man with the scar.

Seeing everyone's eye on him, the man continued, "We're probably on the first level of the dropship, the second level is the same, except smaller and there was a computer attached to a wall."

"A computer?" The boy wondered. Going towards the ladder, he climbed up to the second floor. Spotting the computer, he smiled and approached it.

Watching the boy climb up, some people followed. The woman and the man were one of them. Daisy watches on with no interest in following as a portion of the crowd went upstairs. Looking at the black screen that had reflections in them made Daisy stare at it for a while. She stood up and headed towards it. As she neared it, a slender figure with a blurry face appeared and that was it. The black screen, in the end, was just a screen, it wasn't a mirror that could project such detailed reflections. Going back to her seat, she waited for the people upstairs.

Soon enough, the boy came back down with a computer in his arm. He plugged something into the black screen, sat down and tapped away on the computer.

Watching the boy crack codes after codes made the woman agape, "You're quite good with technology."

The boy merely gave a small smile to her compliment. When some words appeared on the computer screen, his smile grew brighter. "Done!" He stood up, backing away from the black screen. The woman followed his actions.

Everyone stared at the black screen, a few seconds passed and nothing happened. Sounds of murmuring surfaced causing the boy to redden a bit. And then, a person appeared on the screen, immediately, all sounds died down.

Everyone's gazes bored at the man on the screen. Deep ocean blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, bushy eyebrows, chiseled jawline, and a smile plastered on his face. As if feeling everyone's gazes on him, the man spoke, "Greetings, children," His eyes moved left to right, making eye contact with everyone.

'It's not a recording'

This thought entered everyone's mind.

The man on the screen continued, "I trust that you all have landed safely on Earth. By now, all of you must have realized something and you're right, your memory loss wasn't an accident."