#survivorstask

A loud groan was her only protest as she flung her arm over her eyes. Scratchy material made her scrunch up her nose as she fully gave in to consciousness. Opening her eyes, the grey material of her clothing was the first thing she noticed. The second thing she noticed was the silence. Slowly lowering her arm, she pushed herself into a seated position and observed her surroundings with wide eyes and parted lips. For all she could see, down alleys, streets, and inside buildings, there was absolutely no one.

“ Hello! ” Her voice sounded scratchy and she was overcome with intense thirst as her body began to remind her that she hadn’t ate or drank in-

The silence became the least of her worries as she suddenly realized she had absolutely no idea about who she was, what she had been doing, and where she was at that very moment. Suddenly the fact that she was completely alone, on what she knew should be a busy street, was absolutely terrifying. A loud growling from her stomach startled her, and she glared down her gray covered torso.

“ Well fuck. ” She pushed herself onto her knees and then her feet and then wobbled as she tried to stay standing. The issue of No People would have to wait, she would have to focus on herself first. She always did work better on a full stomach, though she was unable to remember how she knew that. A couple wobbly steps got her a few feet further and she squinted up at the street sign, hoping it would give her an idea of where she was.

“ Oscar Drive. ” She trailed off, cocking her head to the side. “ Huh. ”

A glance to her left revealed a convenience store and she grinned. Bingo.

the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was an arched ceiling with different spots of colored lights. it was a minute of pure bliss and peace as he laid on a cold ground on his back, looking up at the strange patterns on the ceiling. it was quiet, no sounds but those of his shallow breathing, but it felt familiar. the peace after waking up only lasts so long, though, as he realized something was wrong. he didn’t know anything. he kept his eyes on the pattern as he reached to remember something, anything about the past few days or even of himself.

he didn’t know how he’d ended up here, he didn’t even remember falling asleep. the last thing he remembered... was waking up. he sat up slowly, using his hands to prop him up as he searched around with his eyes. they were starting to feel tired now, as they hungrily took in his surroundings. he couldn’t even explain what he felt like, his feelings were a mixture of fear, worry and confusion. he felt like he was on his toes as he recognized his surroundings. 

the wooden pews and the stained glass windows could only mean one thing - he was home. or was he? he knew that this was a familiar surrounding, and that this was a place he was often at but it wasn’t really home. churches weren’t homes.

his mind felt empty. he felt empty as he struggled to remember anything. he had a feeling about being in churches often, but he didn’t know anything about himself. what was his name? where did he come from? where was he? was he home, was he away? the most important question lodged itself in his mind: what had happened? he moved his legs, standing up and realizing that (thankfully) he was clothed. a gray jumpsuit with the word: hotel. was that him, or did he get wasted and steal a hotel uniform?