Flashes were what he started to remember at first. Little bits of the past floating around his mind as he came back to consciousness. There was the court trial, he was found guilty. Of course he was, he did it after all, and he meant it. The next flash was the conversation with his lawyer. Informing him of a new program. "It's hell, but it's better than Death Row," He remembered his lawyer say. Well if only his lawyer could see him now. All he remembers after that was being suited up, informed of his mission. His mission, it was....he forgot. The memory is all blurry, but maybe it could repair with time. The last thing he remembers is this screech...this horrible screech...
His vision began clearing as he started to regain feeling in his body. He felt confined, a heavy weight placed upon his body. His back was elevated, as if he's lying on something. He rolled over onto his belly, in an attempt to get to his feet. Whatever he was wearing was heavy, longing to drag him down back to the ground. He slowly rose to his knees, the gas mask he assumed he was wearing fogged up from his deep breaths. His head felt light, his head having a slight buzz. There was something that he finally noticed, a loud hissing noise coming from behind him. He heard it ever since he came to, but he had simply tuned it out. Now, it was starting to bug him, the sharp hiss offending his ears. He felt behind him, attempting to find the source of the hissing. It was a large metal cyllinder, attatched to his back by some leather straps. There was even a valve on top, like it was...
Oh, shit.
That's an oxygen tank.
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