by Chris Slusser
Copyright 2008 by Chris Slusser
All rights reserved.
A headache the size of a canyon was pounding through her head. She was lost in a fog. Everything was humid and thick. No light. She struggled to move, and barely managed to. A small moan escaped her lips.
Muffled voices traveled to her from outside her fog.
"Who is that?" a man's voice asked. "Is that the host personality? I thought she was eradicated?"
"Don't worry about it," another man's voice said. "Either way her memory has been wiped clean. Give her some more Thanidol. We have a lot of work to do..."
Then before she had time to ponder these words, everything was gone again. The headache, the voices, the fog. There was nothing. She had lost consciousness.