"JONES! Get the hell up! Today's your last day of not-being-a-fucking-frozen-T.V.-dinner, but that doesn't excuse you from prep! Get your ass up and get going!" The loud, somewhat annoying voice of Mr. First-Lieutenant Jeff Mackson, roared, stirring me from my dream. One of my favourite ones too, where I was reunited with my High-School crush, Abigail, and we went on a date. I jumped up, still half-assed asleep. "Sir Yes Sir!" I stood at attention, forgetting he gave me a direct order. "I DIDN'T SAY JUST STAND THERE, DUMBFUCK, I TOLD YOU TO GET GOING!" I started towards the gym room, as we we're underground and didn't have all that much room. When I got in the Gym, I got to glance at the clock. 4 o'clock in the morning. 'This crazy fucker...', I thought, starting my pull-ups. 'This is going to be a long morning...'

I quite literally almost shat myself when First Sgt. Cleared his throat at the locker room door. "Y'know, I've been hard on you, because I, completely and truthfully, don't know what's going to happen. You could die in the freezing process. Hell you could get your neck caught in the damn door as it closes." I coughed, "Well thanks for the pep talk, Sarge, but-" He raised his hand, and gave me a stern glare. "I wasn't done, numbnuts. Your one of the best men I've trained, good heart and a damn good set of tools in your head, and they're about to lock you in a damn freezer." He stuck out his hand. "It's been damn good knowing you, Kid." I shook his hand, kind of taken aback by his words. I smiled, "Hell, I'll look you up in the future, maybe you have a statue out there then." He smiled, and I swore I could see tears in his eyes. "There damn well better be, I deserve one for having to put up with your ass. Now get going, I was told to tell you to report to the Main Chamber. They're ready."

When I walked into that spacious room, with one chamber in the centre of it, I knew it was too late to back out. Everyone went silent, and looked over to me, like they thought I was gonna drop dead if I took another step. Which, if my nervousness was an indicator, I probably was going to drop dead. But sadly, I didn't. So I took another step. And another. And before I knew it, I was right at the entrance to the pod, awaiting instructions. "Step in, and lean back. My assistants will strap you in." So, I did as told. And let me tell you, the freezing was cold. The feeling of those leather straps, being stretched across me, and buckled on my opposite side? Colder. It felt like I was frozen before they even closed the damn thing. As far as I was concerned, I was. "Alright, Harrison. We are injecting you with the chemicals you need to survive this type of freezing now." I felt like laughing, but couldn't bring myself to do it. These So-Called scientists are injecting me with antifreeze. Alright, I've had better jokes than that before. And I know I said that the morning was long, but the process of freezing felt like it took hours. It felt like I was being dipped into Satan's esophagus, with how much it was burning. And you know what the last thing I remember thinking is? I forgot to grab my fucking iPod. Now how is the future gonna know good music?

I'd love to say that's truly all I remember thinking while I was in that steel coffin, but that's not true. I dreamed. I relived the last moments before I was frozen. I dreamed about when they stationed me in Norway, and I found a book on some Queen who froze her whole damn kingdom. I dreamed about Abigail, and the things that never happened. I re-lived all the moments where I watched my buddies die, with me unable to do anything without getting torn to shreds also. But there were things I hadn't lived before. Like I was tripping acid, (not a fun experience, would not recommend. Drugs are bad, kids.) I saw some chick with wings, which in my infinite wisdom deduced, 'Oh that's the angel here to save me from this hell'. But no. Then I dreamt I was tortured, and forced to murder my friends and family. Which, last I checked, they were already dead. I dreamt of the most horrid thing I had ever experienced. The Star Wars Prequels. Well, It wasn't, but there were definitely robots. And Lasers. Pretty cool to be honest. Then there was another me, saying he's sent help. I just kinda went 'the fuck?' Then, It all went black. For Ages? That felt like seconds, But entire generations at the same time. Weird as fuck.

Then, I saw the light.

Personally, I think that was a good chapter. And that's saying something. I usually HATE what I write. I rewrote a Frozen Fanfiction I wrote at least 10 different time until I gave up. Anyway, If you see any mistakes, PLEASE tell me. I HATE grammar mistakes and such. Until next time, my lovely readers.