Maru slowly opened her ample, olive eyes instantly shutting them once more.
"Too bright." She whispered silently.
Her large eyes had never seen such intense light. When she opened them once more, they had become more accustomed to the luminosity, but her head felt vertiginous. Maru observed the unfamiliar vista. The vastitude above her was a brilliant shade of teal, terrain under her veiled in fine, green blades. In the beginning she was alarmed, but then she grasped that the blades didn't pang.
" Huh?" she voiced as she gently tugged a single blade out.
She sat atop the beryl blades, but was stunned when she heeded the whaling sepia jarring towards the ultramarine yonder. It was so commodious, she didn't think her pale, pallid arms could wrap around it. At the top of it were millions of vert ovals. She reached out her arm and felt the coarse cracked skin.
Flash
Maru descried an image in her mind of a towering, umber thing standing in the eye of a flinty, cracked stone lot.
Flash
She was back, sitting in the blades of iridescent touching the mud-colored thing. Then she recalled.
" Tree." She said with a leer.
It was the only thing she recognized in this unfamiliar place of green. She let her palm descend to the ground.
Flash
Visions of the blades of grass, indigo above all, tawny sphere in the yonder, dark, firm terrain, and many other things flickered before her eyes.
Flash
Her heart was palpitating, and she briskly pulled her pygmy, pale hand away. But she wasn't scared anymore, she knew what was around her: trees, sky, dirt, sun, grass, and a variety of other things.
Finally, she looked at herself. Her arms and legs were deathly pale, her black, onyx tank top and black shorts were now grass-stained in some places. She tried to dust it off, but didn't succeed.
" Forget it." She puffed stubbornly.
She stood up and started walking though the miry grass; her bare feet swished though the smooth grass that was slightly damp in the cool shade.
Maru walked out of the woodland and stood staring at a collision, unpigmented surrounded by a leggy, brown barriers. She cautiously walked up to them and attempted to step over the hindrance, but Maru abruptly slipped when an image shown before her emphatic eyes, landing on her butt in the loam.
" Stupid fence." She spat, remembering the appellation of the torturous bar.
When she stood up and stumbled slightly though the fenced in lawn, she was brought down by something. Once again she was flattened. Contemplating at her insolent attacker, she briefly notices the usual things that one would observe: similar age, brunet mane, and hazel eyes. He was scowling, obviously not pleased. She weakly tried to shove him off, but…
Flash
Maru watched as a ingénue, one looking exactly like herself, held a thin, under filled file titled "Mission Countdown" with a portrait of a young man with pithy, wood-colored hair and deep, hazel-looking eyes. Beneath the photograph in neat, formal writing was the name Kenneth Jones (1993- 2009). In red, capital letters was: FIRST CASE OF THE HEMORRHAGE PLAGUE.
" Do you think you're up to it, Maru?" asked a deep, but unrecognizable voice.
" To stop all of this from helping? Of course, you should know me better than that," replied Maru confidentially.
Flash
What's mission Countdown? Why are all my memories gone? What is Hemorrhage Plague? These thoughts plagued my mind, no pun intended.