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The Group: Reassembling (Pt. 1)
Swandive Flip
the_manneh wrote in mannysstories
I woke up in a trance.

All I could remember was feeling something in my back before blacking out.

"Wakey Wakey", a voice said to me.

"He's still not responding, sir", a second voice said as I started to breath in and open my eyes.

"Behold", the first voice said, "he lives".

I opened my eyes to see white walls, a dim light over my head and two guys in white coats, I groaned a little, "Where the fuck am I?", I said, noticing I was strapped to this place.

"There's no need to worry, Mr. Sellers, everything will be explained in due time", the first voice said. It belonged to a slightly hunched man wearing some sort of stupid looking face mask, the second voice was a taller and younger gentleman.

"I said "where the fuck am I", if I gotta say it again, I'm going to hurt the both of you", I slurred.

"There's no need for hostilities, Mr. Sellers, you were recommended to us, we were sent here to help you", the older man said before holding something over my face, "Goodbye Mr. Sellers, I hope you enjoy the rest of your night", he said, pulling down his mask to reveal an old man.

I woke up on my couch with a burning sensation on my arm.

I pulled up my sleeve and noticed a complex looking mark on my arm as I began to turn on my TV.

The news was still talking about a potential invasion by the opposing forces from the invasion, but now I'm starting to wonder if I actually need to find the others as I looked at the group picture that we took.

I guess I just missed them.

The phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Man, that you!? Damn, bruh, it's been a while!"

"NTB!?"