<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">Mala</span></b></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)"> </span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">She blinked her eyes once, twice, three times before she managed to open her eyes completely. Her eyes were greeted with white. Seriously no other colors and everything looked creepily sterile. The young woman was in a double bed of some sort and she must have been there for some time because her memories were hazy. Actually they seemed almost nonexistent. The only thing she was truly sure of was that her name was Mala. Well, she'd worry about the details of her memory later because right now she was more curious about where she was. She placed her hands on either side of herself and levered herself into a sitting position so she could take stock of her surroundings.<br/>
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Mala was alone inside a bedroom. There were two side tables to either side of the bed, a wardrobe, a desk and chair, and two doorways to either side of the room. There were no windows. The young woman climbed out of the bed and smoothed down the white <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn.shopify.com%2Fs%2Ffiles%2F1%2F0227%2F0875%2Fproducts%2Ffullsizeoutput_1970_1600x.jpeg%3Fv%3D1571708605&amp;hash=5b887aa07f25f7db851c5fbe5bc577c9" href="https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0227/0875/products/fullsizeoutput_1970_1600x.jpeg?v=1571708605" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">nightgown</a> she was dressed in when she stood up. Seriously, that was a little bit annoying because she felt kind of sure she wasn't a dress kind of person. She turned to her left and stepped bare foot across the room to the wardrobe. She pulled open the double doors which revealed a myriad of t-shirts, pants, shoes, and jump suit looking things all hung up neatly. All in white. Seriously that was becoming sort of a theme wasn't it?<br/>
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The young woman made a mental note to change into pants and a t-shirt later on. She left the wardrobe doors swung open and went to the doorway right next to it. She turned the knob on the doorway and swung open the door to reveal a small bathroom complete with a sink, mirror, toilet and shower. Still no windows in there either. Mala shook her head and sighed. <br/>
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Mala crossed to the right side of the room to explore the other doorway. This one also had a knob, but there was also a small, thin, strip located right in the center of it. She wasn't sure what kind of function it might serve. The young woman turned the knob on the door. Nothing. She turned it once more and then activated the voice.<br/>
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<i>Welcome to New Genesis Medical Facility. You have been selected based on your unique skill set to be part of a special program.</i><br/>
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Mala was ashamed to say she jumped slightly. She glanced upwards around the new room and managed to locate a PA system that she had managed to miss on her first glance around. <br/>
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"Right, fine. I guess this is some sort of hospital. What exactly is meant by special program though? "Mala said. Yes, she was talking to herself. She hoped there was something built in that allowed whoever was running this place to hear her.<br/>
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<i>We need you. Not only those of us who run the facility but all of humanity. You are our last hope. </i><br/>
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Right. None of this made sense. Mala could recall nothing about herself that was special enough to be humanity's last hope. If that even was what she truly was. It was all very doom and gloom but the PA system offered no details to why humanity might need them.  Like a useless wise man.<br/>
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There was a clicking sound. Mala's hand was still resting on the door knob and she tried turning it. This time she was able to pull the door open. The young woman stepped quietly out into the hallway. She was in a short corridor that seemed to contain six doors; three on one side and three on the other side with names plaques on each. There seemed to be another corridor abutting this one down near the end.  Mala had come out of the middle one on the south side. <br/>
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"Hello? Is anyone here? You know anyone who might be able to shed some light on the whole 'You are our last hope' thing?" Mala called loudly. </span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">Logan</span></b></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px">The young man rolled over in his sleep and hit the floor with a loud thud. So, when he started to pick himself up off the floor he was already in a bad mood. Logan couldn't recall any details about his life except for his name. He also seemed to be trapped in some creepy ass cult room where everything was purely white including his <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi5.walmartimages.com%2Fasr%2Fceb22e71-1ecb-4362-99fa-9add278194b3_1.a98a75789562db4712915e8b5b3cbcbb.jpeg%3FodnWidth%3D612%26odnHeight%3D612%26odnBg%3Dffffff&amp;hash=62be304634213b3e17a03cefa6083a91" href="https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/ceb22e71-1ecb-4362-99fa-9add278194b3_1.a98a75789562db4712915e8b5b3cbcbb.jpeg?odnWidth=612&amp;odnHeight=612&amp;odnBg=ffffff" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">clothes</a>. Had someone kidnapped him and drugged him? If so the young man was going to make them pay for it. <br/>
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He turned right and tried opening the door. It wouldn't budge. He was getting angry now. He rattled the door knob. Why on earth would he need to be locked in for?<br/>
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"Seriously, what the hell is this shit?" Logan demanded. "Someone open this goddamn door and let me out!"</span><br/><br/><i>Welcome to New Genesis Medical Facility. You have been selected based on your unique skill set to be part of a special program.</i><br/><br/>"Are you fucking kidding me? I think I'd recall if I wanted to be in some sort of special medical program."<br/><br/>He kicked the door in frustration.<br/><br/><i>We need you. Not only those of us who run the facility but all of humanity. You are our last hope. </i><br/><br/>Nope. He may not know a lot about himself right now, but he hadn't signed up for any of this shit. He was going to take the first opportunity to get out of this place. No one could force him to take part in any alleged saving humanity program.<br/><br/>Finally there was a click and he was able to get the door swung open. He exited the room(the one in the corner on the north side) and stocked off to the right towards the hallway abutting this one.  He took no notice of the young woman who was already out in the hallway. Logan didn't need to worry about anyone in this place besides himself.