A swarm of people who I presumed to be nurses and doctors rushed around the corner, they too stopped in the middle of the corridor as if there was an invisible wall between us. The man, the one who had told all these other people, the one with the shiny shoes, took two steps forward towards me, his strides were long and he was now quite close, I shied away from him, turning my head slightly but not breaking eye contact. His eyebrows were raised slightly and his mouth was open.
"Hello." He said, "Can, can you speak?" He asked, I frowned at him, of course I could speak, idiot, I had only been in a coma, I had spoken before!
"Of course I can speak.." I replied, his voice was, familiar in some way, I knew it but I didn't recognize him. His expression didn't change as he stood motionless, just, staring.
"Look are you going to tell me where I am, and what the hell is going on?!" I demanded, "How long have I been in this coma, and where are my family?" Still no response, the man just blinked, I waved my arm around in front of his face and he seemed to snap out of his trance,
"Maybe we should leave that for the Prime minister to explain." He mumbled, backing away as if he was scared of me,
"Please just tell what's going on." I begged, he started chewing his lip and shook his head,
"No can do." He replied sternly.
"Goddam it!" I yelled and thrashed out at him, why wouldn't he tell me, what a complete fucking dick-head, I had been in a coma for god knows how long and he wouldn't even tell me why I was here!
"I'm so sorry," He mumbled, backing away, I made a grab for him again but he was just out of my reach, the chair toppled over, taking me with it, I screamed as my shoulder thwacked against the cold, hard floor. I gritted my teeth through the pain, the man had rushed back towards me and now appeared to be deliberating whether or not to help me up, maybe I had some terrible disease passed on by touching the infected person's skin. I presumed not as I felt a pair of arms hook underneath my own, trying to get me to stand. I rolled my eyes,
"Look, guy, I've already tried it, I can't walk, I don't know what you idiots have done to me but I've lost the use of my legs! I am in the right mind to sue the ass off of you all right now!" I screamed as the man gave up and lowered me back down to the ground, I sat there like a defenseless little toddler as slowly the other people in the corridor began to approach me.
"I'm Charlie." The man said holding out a hand.
"Katie." I spat in reply, dismissing the hand of the useless man the knelt before me, the man sighed, and I remembered something, or rather someone. "Adrian." I exclaimed, "Where's Adrian?!" The man opened his mouth to speak but stopped as I heard footsteps approaching, they were not dull like the footsteps before, these were loud and clacked as the shoe hit the ground, high heels, I swiveled around, before me stood a poshly dressed woman, tight pinstripe skirt and jacket combo and her hair bounced in tight curls on her shoulders as she walked, her face was heavily made up, pale white face and deep red lipstick, it suited her, she would look like quite a friendly woman if it weren't for the black eye-patch which sat comfortably over one eye, although it was not held on by anything.
"Welcome to the matrix testing facility." She said coming to a stop and flashing me a toothy smile.
