The four survivors

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The four survivors

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The four survivors

gasped for his first breath, eyes snapping open to find a man in glasses straddling him, one hand still pressed against his chest as if CPR had only just ended.*

Nearby stood three soldiers, watching in tense silence. The two men were fully geared for combat tactical vests secured tight, utility belts heavy with equipment, boots planted and ready. In stark contrast, the female soldier stood among them in a short A-line skirt and high heels, her uniform strikingly out of place in such a hostile setting, amplifying the unease in the room. The man in glasses straightened slowly. He didn’t speak aloud. His hands moved with calm precision. 'He’s awake.' The room itself was bare and windowless. Cold white lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across smooth concrete walls. A single worn sofa rested against one side, beside a small supply of packaged food and bottled water. There were no doors only one illuminated button mounted on the wall. STAGE 1. Before could ask where he was or what any of this meant the man in glasses met his gaze. There was something in his eyes.
Not fear.
Not confusion. Recognition. And the game had already begun.