I was surrounded by darkness, yet I could feel vibrations all around me. I felt something push at me, moving me towards a new opening. I crawled forward, hoping to find out what was happening, when with another push I was suddenly thrust forward into an exit that was way too tight for me. As I happened to be launched head-first, my head was squeezed painfully tight with tremendous force. I wanted to cry out but found out that I couldn't. Instead, I was continuously pushed forward. Slowly and painfully I was made to exit the tight opening until I found myself outside in a dank dim room, with only a few swaying lights, haphazardly attached to the ceiling. The walls were all concrete. Medical equipment was strewn about the room with little care or attention. A man in a white medical cloak held me up. He was bald with a thick white mustache.
"Beautiful baby boy," he said. "I might keep him for myself."
He spanked me hard, and I involuntarily began to cry. The pain was too much and I was momentarily disoriented.
"There ya go, a good healthy child you have there, Mrs. Hill. I'll have the nurses come in and check up on him later. Do you want to hold him?"
An explosion sent me into a stupor. The shock waves loosened some dust from the ceiling and walls and set the lights shaking back and forth. I looked around curiously. We were in what felt like some sort of underground clinic. I could smell the stale air of antiseptic. The doctor placed me inside my new mother's arms. She had curly dark brown messy hair, stuck to her sweat-slicked skin. Her eyes were hazel and tired, yet her gentle smile looked reassuring. She had a pleasing round face, that was soft and warm. I tried my best to smile back at her and set her at ease.
"Welcome to the world my little Sam." She cooed. I mean Sam wouldn't have been my first choice for a name, but oh well. Another explosion sounded off, but I was too absorbed by her eyes.
Someone rushed into the room. I hesitantly took my eyes away from my mom and looked up at the man. He was a young well dressed man in another long white lab coat. His hair was black and slicked back and he sported a well-trimmed full beard. A very dapper-looking dude, if I do say so. He immediately rushed to my mom's side, "Is everything all right?" He asked.
"Yes, more than all right. Look this is our son, Sam."
He looked at me pleased, "He looks just like you."
"He has your nose though," my mom responded.
There was a back-and-forth between my new mom and dad about who I resembled more, which didn't interest me that much. Instead, I tried to learn about my surroundings. This place was obviously in the middle of what seemed like a war zone. The technology level seemed at least comparable to the 21st-century technology that I grew up with. Though arm prosthetics have advanced here quite a bit as I noticed from a gent that happened to pass by. So that at least seemed like a good thing, relative to the being stuck in a war zone thing. Eventually, the nurse came in and took me from my mom's hands. They did a bunch of check-ups on me and confirmed that I was in fact a normal healthy child. I also happened to see a bunch of weird stuff, and by weird stuff, I mean green people with pointy ears, there was also none green, as in regular skin colour people with thinner pointy ears. I saw freaking Orks and Elves. Or at least they look like Orks and Elves. I don't know what they actually are.
After we were dismissed from the hospital we moved towards one of the underground bunkers. There I had my first interaction with my sister. She was six years old and like my mom had dark curly hair and hazel eyes.
"Wow, he's so cute," she looked at me with brimming eyes. "Hi Sam, I'm Zoe. I'm your big sister and I'll take care of you." I nodded as if I understood her, which I did, but she didn't know that. I did find it odd that I understood everyone. After all, I was on a completely different planet, but somehow everyone was speaking English. Then I thought of the Boltzmann Brain theory, and kind of accepted that throughout infinite space, anything is possible due to entropy as long as it doesn't invalidate the basic laws of physics. Then again, a while ago I was a disembodied consciousness, so the laws of physics are also questionable. I'm ready to accept anything at this point.
"Wow, Sam understood me, Mom. Did you see, he nodded when I told him, I would take care of him," My sister ran towards my Mom excitedly.
My mom smiled, "Yes, sweetie."
From that point forward, my new Sister was totally enamoured with me and would talk to me nonstop. I wasn't even a week old and I already had a fan, amazing, at this point I was gonna be famous by the time I got to Kindergarten.
After a few weeks, the bombing stopped and there was some sort of resolution to the conflict, which meant my new family finally moved out of the bunkers. I finally got to see the beautiful blue sky again after eons in the void. It was beautiful. The destroyed and ruined buildings were slightly less beautiful, but you take what you can get. The city, which was called New Norstoen, was your stereotypical concrete jungle intermixed with plenty of old buildings and monuments that still remained. Although some of them had taken a pretty solid beating.
My family made their way through the streets and alleyways until they arrived at a medium-tall residential building close to the city center. My mother was holding me in her arms as we entered through the backstairs, which led down towards the basement of the building. The basement looked homely. There was modern beige furniture in the living room, a solid laminated hickory wood floor, a free-standing kitchen with a large kitchen island in the middle and a nice large TV. Nothing was damaged. My mother carried me towards my bed at the end of the hallway. It was a cozy, lightly decorated boys room with a small crib. She breastfed me one last time, and read me a good night story before tucking me in and switching off the lights.