Tales of the wind

Chapter 4 - Waking up

By OMEGA09

Darkness and shadows. A deepening void of pitch blackness. A monument stood solitary before him. The tower flashed a deep shade of blue. Suddenly a shock bolted through him. He woke up on a sandy warm beach. Turquoise waters surrounded a peninsula of lush tropical greenery. One question lingered, was it a dream or a coma. Alone on a sandy strip of land our hero sat and waited, taking in the environment around him.

He didn’t think about what had happened before. The strange machine and the entry pass seared onto him. He felt the sand and breathed the fresh non-polluted air. If this wasn’t a dream what was it. He quickly gained a sense of dread and loneliness. As he peered down at his wrist a blue metallic object was lodged deep into his wrist. He almost fainted from fear. But he stood firm through a state of panic. His wrist object shone and a familiar voice started. “Welcome to the show of a lifetime”.

“Stephen, category B, welcome to survival of the fittest!”