The object was to right a story about what happened at the infirmary that is located on the Naval Base using old "artifacts" and pictures. I decided to right about one woman's experience with which she was kidnapped and forced into the infirmary but made it out.
The Infirmary
The old lady walked down the decaying hall of the infirmary, remembering. Memories crack through her brain, muddling her thoughts and confusing her past and present. Trash litters the once pristine white floors that her reluctant feet wade across. The once plain roof has wilted down, blocking various parts of the hallway. She takes an unsettled breath. She walks down the trashy hallway, an old lady, when Crack! She is dragged, a bloodcurdling scream exploding from her youthful lips echoing down the hall, Crack! She shuffles down the hall, her eyes empty, her steps going nowhere, while a lab coated man escorts her, Crack! She creeps slowly down the hallway, back bent, in her desperation for life, Crack! The old lady pauses as the flashbacks rip her apart. Her breathes come quicker as she tries to reach reality, where she is safe. At least physically. As she gains a hold on herself, she realizes she has reached the room where it all happened: her room. Her memories kidnap her in the darkness of her mind. Once upon a time, she had been beautiful, young, and innocent, but with the paranoia of the Frei Fever epidemic, it was bound to die. They took her, like they did with all the young "sick" ones. The funny thing was that she never even had it. She had a common cold, but they never listened. Not when she laughed, pleaded, cried, or finally screamed. She had thought they were mistaken at first, but she soon realized that they didn't really care in the first place. They were the ones who had made it. Her fear of the horrible rumors overtook her when she got to the infirmary. She fought, kicking and screeching as they dragged her down the long hallway. "No" she sobbed as she slammed her body against the door they locked from the opposite side. Her hair was wild and stuck to her face because of the tears. From the rumors, that turned out to be true, she knew that the first thing they would do was ready the patients for experimenting. She sat in the room for 2 weeks with only water and 3 crackers a day. Then, they came for her. Eyes empty, they lead her shuffling feet down the hallway that she had entered from. Then they turned to a new room. They strapped her down, weakness preventing her from preventing them. The long sharp needle they held pierced her skin. The quick pain took the rest of her feeling away as she went numb. She didn't see what they did to her, but she saw the scars lining her arm when she was able to move again. They dumped her body back in her room once they were done, just as she started to form a plan that might bring her freedom. Later that night, after knocking out a lab coat, she crept down the hall quietly and ran to her freedom. Crack! The old woman's feet gave out as she collapsed to the floor shaking. Over the years she had moved away, shutting the memories out. But, as she neared her final years, she knew that what she really needed was closure. As she sat on the floor shaking, she let go of the fear and released her memories. Then she got up and walked away to live the last of her life in peace.
The Infirmary
The old lady walked down the decaying hall of the infirmary, remembering. Memories crack through her brain, muddling her thoughts and confusing her past and present. Trash litters the once pristine white floors that her reluctant feet wade across. The once plain roof has wilted down, blocking various parts of the hallway. She takes an unsettled breath. She walks down the trashy hallway, an old lady, when Crack! She is dragged, a bloodcurdling scream exploding from her youthful lips echoing down the hall, Crack! She shuffles down the hall, her eyes empty, her steps going nowhere, while a lab coated man escorts her, Crack! She creeps slowly down the hallway, back bent, in her desperation for life, Crack! The old lady pauses as the flashbacks rip her apart. Her breathes come quicker as she tries to reach reality, where she is safe. At least physically. As she gains a hold on herself, she realizes she has reached the room where it all happened: her room. Her memories kidnap her in the darkness of her mind. Once upon a time, she had been beautiful, young, and innocent, but with the paranoia of the Frei Fever epidemic, it was bound to die. They took her, like they did with all the young "sick" ones. The funny thing was that she never even had it. She had a common cold, but they never listened. Not when she laughed, pleaded, cried, or finally screamed. She had thought they were mistaken at first, but she soon realized that they didn't really care in the first place. They were the ones who had made it. Her fear of the horrible rumors overtook her when she got to the infirmary. She fought, kicking and screeching as they dragged her down the long hallway. "No" she sobbed as she slammed her body against the door they locked from the opposite side. Her hair was wild and stuck to her face because of the tears. From the rumors, that turned out to be true, she knew that the first thing they would do was ready the patients for experimenting. She sat in the room for 2 weeks with only water and 3 crackers a day. Then, they came for her. Eyes empty, they lead her shuffling feet down the hallway that she had entered from. Then they turned to a new room. They strapped her down, weakness preventing her from preventing them. The long sharp needle they held pierced her skin. The quick pain took the rest of her feeling away as she went numb. She didn't see what they did to her, but she saw the scars lining her arm when she was able to move again. They dumped her body back in her room once they were done, just as she started to form a plan that might bring her freedom. Later that night, after knocking out a lab coat, she crept down the hall quietly and ran to her freedom. Crack! The old woman's feet gave out as she collapsed to the floor shaking. Over the years she had moved away, shutting the memories out. But, as she neared her final years, she knew that what she really needed was closure. As she sat on the floor shaking, she let go of the fear and released her memories. Then she got up and walked away to live the last of her life in peace.