C'mon man, wake up!
Wuh? What's going on? Who are you?
We can formally reintroduce ourselves later damnit, the lab is falling apart!
The lab? What lab? Why the hell am I in a lab?
I'll explain everything once we're safe. But we need to go. Now.
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It is then, when your eyes adjust enough that you can actually view the chaos that surrounds you. The red, flashing lights give you just enough (light) to make out cracked capsules, (some) smelly liquid pouring out and flooding the ground. Looking even slightly up, you can see your own smashed container, as well as the ceiling's cracks. An odd assortment of humanoids seems to be sprawled out on the floor; a couple are sluggishly creeping.
But besides all this, you don't really feel much, considering. (Besides an ever-numbing wet sensation from the puddle of fluids you're in, you can't feel much else.)A faint feeling of the liquid which surrounds you, but not much else. You can't even seem to recognize your own heart beat. Then again, that's quite possibly due to the tension and commotion. Perhaps you were numbed while in that storage container.
The man besides you seems to be still shaking you, though it takes you several seconds to notice. Grabbing you by the hand, he begins to force you up and drag you along until your legs begin to feel enough to move. Although still sluggish, your motor controls seem to be working better than whatever you could remember. Finally, you feel like you can resume mumbling out questions, even while hurtling around breaking pillars and stumbling on broken glass.
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Where... where are we going?
Out. The National Guard may come in any moment, so we need to evacuate.
The National Guard! I... Can you at least tell me your name?
Stop talking. Just run.
How do you expect me to trust you if I don't even know who you are?
I'm not sure you know who you are either, right now it's best you trust me and shut the hell up.
And you do. (After) Thinking about it, you really don't remember who you are. Who were you? It's... blank.
The man's hand is outstretched, motioning you to hold on and follow.
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