Well, I’m excited for my first HDH! I have been a member of the facebook group for a while now and decided to jump in today. This is a sci-fi WIP, it’s taken a while to just get what I have done since I’m not used to writing sci-fi. Thankfully my husband is a huge sci-fi (geek) genius so he’s been helping me with all kinds of things!
Alright, on to the hook …
My name, specimen 002-05 within my classification I am the fifth of five in the division, all of us women, all of us nameless. A first class exists as well all men, though only two survived the re-animation process.
I don’t remember anything before being re-animated. If my life includes a past it remains long lost within the chasm of my mind. I tried forcibly to remember in the beginning; scanning my brain for even a seed of memory before eventually I gave into the darkness and focused on the present. Though conscious we are all held in large tubes strapped to the walls of our confinement. I only figured out my own name by following the sequence above the other pod doors.
002-02 is across the room from me, a tall blonde, not even blonde really; her hair shines white it is so light. Her skin glows as well, not white like her hair but a sick grey, every day her skin looks more transparent and greyer. Her eyes burn a deep red in the dark which scares me as well as the technicians who work on us. As I eye her up and down she clenches her slightly webbed hands, my signal to move on.
002-03 is a complete contrast, her black hair was kept short like the rest of ours, but it sticks up in unruly angles, doing it’s best to defy the people who hold us captive. Her silver eyes are warm and fully animated; I hope I have her eyes and not those red daggers. They stand out so lovely against her dark brown skin. Though we can’t communicate I feel as though we could be friends under normal circumstances.
I laugh at myself, a low chuckle that causes the liquid around me to swirl slightly, how I could know what normal circumstances were seemed funny, all I know is my pod. This is my normal. Being in a circular room I can’t see 002-01 or 002-04 unless they are brought out of their tubes to be tested. They’re identical to each other, both with light cropped brown hair and dark brown eyes always filled with fear. Their slight builds are smaller than two and three, though lighter skinned theirs doesn’t look semi transparent, just pale I worry about them most. Out of all of us, they receive the most tests.
As for myself, I’m not sure what I look like. I hope I look less like two and more like three, but I‘m certain I don’t look like one and four, I rarely leave my pod.
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