Ticker

by RustyPaperclip

'He opens his eyes to light so bright, he thinks he's no longer in the Wastes. He squints through it. Sees nothing. Just blurred white shapes. Blurred shadows. What is this place? ' The fate of one of Zimmer's experiments. COMPLETE

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He opens his eyes and finds that he's weightless. Floating in a tank of water. He panics. Then he realises he can breathe. There is a mask over his face. He wants to take it off but his arms don't move. He can't… move them. And he can't feel his body. He looks down and sees a torso he doesn't recognise. It's scarred. Punctured. Burned. There are words on his skin. Numbers and letters he can't read. There are tubes stuck in the pale flesh. Bulging lines where they push under his skin. He sees staples across open wounds. There's something wrong with his fingers. Two of them. They're not... they're... what is this? What is going on? He sees his legs. And his legs – He jerks away from his own body. This can't be happening. He opens his mouth to scream but water rushes in. It fills his mouth. Flows into his throat. It isn't water at all. It tastes like blood. "Feeding time," Red Suit says through the glass.