Project Z

"It's dark, where am I..? What's going on? Why am I floating..? Is this .. it? This is how it ends.. Heh. We've made it so far, and this is how I'll be remembered? Will people even remember me? My life feels meaningless. I guess.. this is all that's left. I'll slowly drift away, clinging to my memories, and die here in this void."

To bring you back to the beginning, this was how I remembered it. I woke up one day in a lab, I opened my eyes and the room seemed to be dimmed. My eyes rapidly shifted back and forth, as I paid close attention to the room's details. I was in a very fancy and bright room, the walls was cushioned by a soft white layer. I assumed it was probably the stuff they used in beds, I'm not too sure, thinking about it.

I noticed I was sitting on a soft leather sofa, why, unknown even to myself. I couldn't remember anything, except that I had trouble breathing and I couldn't gain balance. Slowly, I laid my hands onto the sofa and tried to pick myself up. Slowly, I walked towards the wall. I rested my body against the soft wall and slowly approached the door. I felt nervous, I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know why I was here. Where was I?!

I started panicking, and wanted to scream, but felt like I didn't know how. I pounded on the door with my right hand. Slamming onto it. The door was bolted down and made out of metal, and I couldn't push it or anything. After denting the door a bit, an alarm apparently triggered and a man in a lab coat opened the door. Around him were about 5 people that wielded guns. I was terrified, and didn't know what they were going to do next.

I said nothing, and suddenly, the man in the lab coat slowly kneeled down in front of me. He tilted his glasses upwards, and looked at my eyes. I couldn't see him really well, mostly because there was too many lights out in the hallway, and my vision was a bit blurry at the time.

He grabbed my face and said "...It worked. Hello, Zan!". With his arms reaching out, he grabbed me and gave me a tight hug. Confused, I shifted my eyes back and forth. Noticing the guns, I decided that it would be best to smile. I cracked a smile, and attempted at saying my first word:

"..Hi."

Several days had passed, I had lab scientists performing daily check-routines on me to make sure I was alright. I didn’t understand at all. I remember asking one of them “Why are.. you guys performing all of these tests on me?”, I was curious. “Ah, long story short, you’re a special soldier. You’re chosen as a soldier to work for us.”, the man replied.

I scratched my head and began to deliver some questions. “How come I don’t remember anything? Why is it hard to walk..?”, I rubbed my eyes as I asked him. He was standing at a table holding onto a needle and started to insert some sort of fluid or liquid into it. Suddenly, with the needle in his right hand, he smiled and said “Well, you’ve had a major concussion to your head. You were on a mission and something attacked you, which is why you don’t remember anything. Let me begin by letting you know that your name is Zan.”, he reached over towards me and injected my right arm.

I felt re-energized and jumped off the bed, and started to do a couple light jabs at the air. I felt like I could accomplish anything. Suddenly, the doctor smiled at me and said “Don’t worry, it’s not like it’s steroids or anything, haha.”, he laughed.

I cringed and asked “What’s a.. steroids?”. My curiosity caused the room to be completely silent, as the scientist just paused. After about 3 seconds, he laughed. “Haha, right, never mind. You’re still trying to recuperate, it’s going to take a while until you understand some words and things again, Zan.”

“ . . . . “, I scratched my head and that was it.

A couple months had passed, and I was now wearing a uniform. I’m in a special force that hunts down wanted people. Imagine assassins, something similar to that. Well, it’s a long story..