CHAPTER 10- Where are we?
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3 days later...

I wake up, my head throbbing, and groan. Why the hell am I here? But then the memories come flooding back to my head. My mom, dead. The Implanter, knocking my lights out. Tears prickle my eyes as I remember.
I sit up, but can’t go all the way, seemingly restrained by something.
I realize that I am strapped down to a hospital bed, by my neck, wrists, ankles, and my chest.
I lift my head up a bit, just enough to look around. A mumble came from my right side, and I look to see Karyn, strapped down, just like me. Then I remember; He has wings too.
“Karyn,” I say, and he looks over at me, startled to see me here.
“Zennia!” He exclaims, and his face brightens up and he gives me a warm smile. “I'm glad you're with me here..” He says, looking at me with those kind blue eyes of his.
Suddenly a man in a white lab coat walks over to me and Karyn and unstrap us, telling us that we can go outside and eat or exercise. We both go outside, find a spot, and sit down in the grass. The first thing I notice is the electric fence, preventing anyone from running away.
Another thing that catches my eye is Karyn’s new leg, a metal prosthetic attached to where they removed his limb at.
“So they amputated your leg, huh...” I comment.
“Yeah...” He replies.

It gets quiet all of a sudden.
“How’d they get you?” I question, suddenly curious about how Karyn ended up here with me.

“When my dad came to the hospital, implanters broke in through every window. They took the doctor and killed the woman at the front desk.. Then one of them grabbed me and knocked me out. The next thing I know, I’m here. I don’t know where my dad is....” He looks away into the sky.
“I’m sorry..” I sympathize with him.
“What happened to you? You don’t look so happy.”
“My mom-” I stop, tears gathering in my eyes once again.

I gather all my strength to continue. “I came home to my mom lying in a pool of blood down in the basement. Then an implanter knocked me out and—and—“ I start sobbing, Gulping air in between my cries, tears stinging my eyes, as I have a flashback of my mom, lying there, in a pool of blood. “Zen, Zen, calm down. You can talk to me.” He says, suddenly pulling me towards him, my hands in his.
“But... My mother is gone!! Do you understand what it’s like to lose your mother!!?” I yell in his face, hot tears cascading down my face. I yank my hands away from his and storm back inside, into the bathroom, and slam the door shut behind me.

I stay in the bathroom, sobbing the rest of the day away.
Throwing up in the toilet from crying so hard and from remembering my mother, lying in a pool of blood, the Implanter’s slight outline from the shadows where he stood watching me cry out for my mother. The image appears over and over and over.