-PROLOUGE-

It was very dark and silent. I was in a room...alone, scent of fresh wood and newly varnished furniture played around. There was no door; instead a small square window provided me enough air and light. I tried to stand but my body won't move. I tried to say something, but no words came out. I tried again, no progress.

'Am I paralyzed or something? Poisoned? ' I thought, as multiple ideas and kinds imagination flooded my mind. Different what if's generated automatically. Calculations and solutions came up suddenly and many conclusions came up.

While thinking continuously, like a geek surfing the web non-stop, something slimy was on my feet. I looked down and saw a weird thing crawling up. I screamed, but as expected no shriek came out. I tried moving my leg in order to put it away...instead it crawled faster. It crawled to my chest then to my face. Pain started to raise as the thing bite my cheeks. It felt like ripping my whole face and then...

'Hey...' a voice came

'Hey little girl' it said again...

'WAKE UP!'

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Deep in the South-Califor woods...

She jerked upward, gasping for breath.

'It was a dream...it was only a dream' she thought calming myself down.

"Hey sweetie...are you okay?" a voice asked behind her. A face of a middle-aged man came to view when the little girl turned around.

'The voice...the room... the...'recalling her dream, she stared at the man. She became alert and studied him carefully.

"Y-yes" She replied absent-mindedly. The man smiled and gave her a bottled water.

"Glad to hear that." He said. "What are you doing here little girl? It's very dangerous here in the woods." He added with a face full of worry and curiosity.

Her tiny hands brought the bottle down and asked herself the same question. The 7-year old girl tried recalling event but none showed up in her mind.

"I, I don't know...I d-don't know..." the girl said tears threatening to fall ,'why can't I remember.' She thought

The man's eye widened and asked" What is your name dear? Who are your parents?"

Then with that, the poor girl broke into tears.

"I don't know...I –d-don't know my name...my- parents..."she hiccupped, tears flowing out from red-puffy little eyes.

"Shhhh now now dear, I'm Robert Quinton, an agent of CISA," he paused and showed the girl his badge and ID. " Let's go, there's a nearby clinic here let's get your wounds treated." He said pointing the girl's feet and arms.

She gasped and turned to look her wounds.' I have wounds? But, I didn't...'

" Come on, can you stand?"

"Yes, thank you sir Quinton."

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