บททั้งหมดของ Enslaved to Zion: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 37

I awaken to light peeping through a black curtain that appear to be floating slowly away from me. The beeping is clearer, the sounds of voices and shuffling feet seems less muffled than before. My left eye opens slightly, then my right follows suit. The light is so bright that I can't help but blink rapidly in response. After a moment, I'm able to focus my surroundings into clear view and fully welcome the vivid colors, revealed after so long in darkness. What a beautiful world I live in. There's a tube in my mouth which seems to be pushing air into my lungs at a steady rhythm, something I hadn't noticed before. On my legs are some mechanisms that vibrate, making my muscles flex and relax regularly. There are wires connected to sticky pads on my chest, arms, legs, head, and places underneath my body, which I can not see. Another smaller tube in my nose is connected to a bag on one side of a pole and a final plastic tubing runs to a bandage, on the inside of my a

"When I was finally brave enough to go for help, the hallways were littered with bodies. Bloody and handprints and splashes of red covered the walls. Even the frost covered windows were splattered with it. I went to my grandparents' room and they were still in their bed with pillows over their heads. No matter how hard I shook them, they wouldn't awaken. While desperately trying to wake my grandfather, the pillow fell to the floor and I could clearly see why. He had a hole, right in the center of his forehead." "His eyes, they were still open, just staring into the nothingness. I searched everywhere for my father and finally, I found him in his study, face down on his desk. His face looked like he had just fallen asleep until I walked behind him. The back of his head was smashed in and blood dripped down into a pool around the base of his chair. From there, I just curled up on the floor and wished I had just let my aunt kill me. Mr. Sherman worked in the kitchen

As my master and I share a look of mutual excitement, one of the men wearing a white coat releases the hovering bed, and comes to stand beside me. He extends his arms to pick me up, but caught off guard, I flinch and pull away. I know that he merely intends to move me to the floating bed, but I still don't feel comfortable with another man touching me, let alone holding me. Before things have a chance to become too awkward, Master rushes over to help me. "I'll move her.", he says, abruptly. The poor man is clearly confused as to why we are interfering with his duties, but he concedes, backing away while acceptingly nodding his head. A pair of comfortable, sturdy arms slide underneath me, one supporting my back, the other tucked behind my knees. He lifts me effortlessly off the bed, flashing me a satisfied grin. If I could capture this moment and put it in a picture frame, I would cherish it forever. Looking up at his weary face, my heart see