A cold feeling hits my body as I wake up, the rush of air swims up to my chest and creates a tingling sensation. The air flows around my head, hands and feet making them shiver slightly. I could feel something sticking to my body like glue. It felt nice, rubbery and flexible and created a warm sensation. However I couldn't move my body, I was pinned down to a table. My arms were locked to the table with restraints and my chest had belts over it. I flexed forward but couldn't escape my back was released from the rubber suit. When I lay back down it stuck again.
I could feel pain around my body, small pockets of pain on my back and arms. Like something had opened my skin up at multiple separate points. The pain wouldn't go away and it made me feel uncomfortable thinking about the possibilities of it. Was I struck with a thousand needles, Shot in the back multiple times or where there pipes connected to my back. Transporting my blood out, or something "else" in. I opened my eyes finally and I could see my vision was impaired. I was looking through eye cross-hatches, Through small gaps of vision. I must have been wearing a mask. This is why I must have been so cold. I could breath normally and my ears could hear everything. But why was I restrained in this suit and mask.
I looked around for an answer to my question but could only see grey walls and a light blaring from the ceiling. Or was it the ground, I couldn't tell. I looked to my left to see what was causing my pain. I could barely make out small plastic pipes which lay interlocked with my flesh. They travelled out of the room through small slits in the wall. The restraints were made out of elastic as where the belts. This confused me even more of my purpose here.
Then I could hear static coming from a intercom. I turned my head towards the sound and could hardly make out a speaker in the topmost corner in the room. The static was very loud and punctured my ear drums. It wouldn't stop.
For a solid five minutes the static continued, drumming in my head a sharp dagger. The static then stopped and a cold young voice came out of the intercom. "Subject 4b-c for testing, of chemical compound". The words were loud enough for me to understand them straight away. I tried to pull myself out but the restraints where too strong. It all made sense now, I was a test subject and they must have erased my memory. I couldn't move. I was stuck and defenceless. "Entering quarantine time now". I could hear a rushing of gas as it entered the room. It was pure oxygen. "Decontamination complete, staring chemical injection in 5 ticks". I tried screaming out but they didn't respond. I pulled as hard as I could but with no prevail.
Instead I prepared myself and controlled my breathing. "Chemical injection starting now".