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[b]Table of Contents[/b] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=44746136]Chapter 1: Desperate Attempts[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=44746136&postRepeater1-p=3]Chapter 2: Hangar 14[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=44746136&postRepeater1-p=4]Chapter 3: Drifting in Dreams[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=44746136&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=5#end]Chapter 4: Body in the Present, Mind in the Past[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=44746136&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=6#end]Chapter 5: Some Catching Up to Do[/url] _____________________________________ Okay, this is my first story, so give constructive criticisms and comments. [b]Chapter 1: Desperate Attempts[/b] [b]January 18, 2040[/b] [i]Blast this snow[/i], I thought as I struggled through the blizzard. Behind me was a long line of survivors of the plague, walking desperately to the capital in hopes of refuge. The snow was falling by the second, the piercing wind whipping my hair in every direction. Suddenly, a particularly strong gust of wind rushed toward me, causing me to trip onto the ice. I landed with an audible [i]thud[/i] and had all the wind knocked out of me. A man extended a hand. "Thanks," I said quietly, wiping some snow off of my face. "When are we going to get to the capital?" another man nearby croaked out. "The snow will bury us soon, if we don't reach it quick enough." [i]True enough[/i], I thought. [i]It should take at least another day[/i]. At this point, the group was passing through a ravine, long frozen by the ice. If there was one good thing about the ravine, it was that it protected us from the majority of the cold winds. This was offset, however, by the long, sharp icicles that hung, ready to drop at the slightest touch. Roughly halfway through the ravine, I felt a tremble in the earth. I hurriedly looked up and saw a mass of snow tumbling down from the ravine's top. People started looking up; screaming ensued. The mass hurtled downwards and slammed down onto the ground. There was a stunned moment of silence. The snow had engulfed a group of people unlucky enough to stand underneath it. Pitiful cries from inside the mass were heard. Already several people had climbed up onto the mound to help them out. I hurriedly joined them. As I got to the mound, several hands had already managed to dig themselves out. Several people were already halfway out, thanks to the people who helped them. I grabbed the nearest hand and gradually got him out. The man was pale, his leg in an awkward position. "It's all right," I said, examining his leg. I was a doctor before the plague had started. During the early days of the plague, the hospital had treated many cases before it overflowed with patients. "Your leg seems fine, just broken," I told the man, "Nothing that can't be fixed." He smiled uncertainly and nodded. Suddenly, a whistling noise could be heard. I looked up and saw the icicles hurtling down towards us. The tremor earlier must have weakened their supports, causing them to inevitably fall. Once again, screams were heard. People dived towards the snow pile, trying to dig themselves underneath it. Others ran towards either end of the ravine. I quickly shoved the man with the broken leg into the snow pile. I then ran as fast as I could to what seemed like to closest end of the ravine. I had almost made it, luck seemed to be on my side, when I felt a sudden, burning pain in my leg. I fell to the ground and blacked out. *** I felt a piercing pain in my arm. My eyes flew open, taking in the hospital room and the doctor inserting the needle into my arm. He looked surprised as he said, "Oh, good, you're awake." I looked down and saw that my left leg was gone. The doctor followed my startled look and said in a more soothing voice, "You remember what happened before?" I shook my head. Even that small action amplified my existing headache tenfold. "Well," the doctor continued, "you were part of a large group that passed through an ice ravine. A small earthquake caused ice to fall. Unfortunately, one of them pierced your left leg. It was a serious wound. We had to amputate, else you would have died." I took this all in, but my mind was still in turmoil. "But, but..." I stuttered, "don't you guys have, uh, prosthetic limbs? We had them at my hospital..." "Yes, we do, but it is being reserved for people who really need it, people who will die without one." I nodded. "Anyway," the doctor said, turning back to the computer, "we will give you a pair of crutches, although I highly doubt you'll be needing them for long." "Why not?" The doctor glanced back at me, "You don't know? According to your records here, your name is Matthew Evert, yes?" "Yes..." "Well, a surgeon will definitely be useful. You see, the government has prepared a plan for the future. The plague will not go away anytime soon, so they've built a massive room underground, filled with cryogenic pods. Only the best and most accomplished can go into there, and you definitely qualify for one of the best. A computer artificial intelligence will watch over the pods, and set a time for when the human population should come back up to the surface." Suddenly, an alarm began ringing shrilly. The doctor glanced at the door and started pulling needles out of my body. He hurriedly said, "That's the bell for delivering the people to the pods." I said, wincing, "Wait, so how long are we supposed to stay in these pods?" "No worries, you won't even realize that you're in them. The pods have a program, called Dream World. While you're in the pods, the program will generate alternate lives for you to live fully, hence the name. Once the pods open, you will be free to go out into the real world." The doctor finished pulling out the needles and tubes. He opened the door and gestured to someone. Several guards walked in. The doctor looked at me and said, "The guards here will escort you to your pod. Unfortunately, I have to sedate you in case you do anything stupid. Say goodbye to the world as you know it." "Wait..." I couldn't finish, for a sedative was sticking out of his arm. "No!" I cried, but the room was already fading. "No..." I murmured. And then everything turned black. [Edited on 06.18.2010 12:44 PM PDT]

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