I have been locked up for 502 days. today is the first day i get to see the world after it shut us down. before this all started and they locked us up to perfect us, make us a member of the society they wanted to change, i was just an ordianry girl living underneath trailers in here. the life around us was like an empty desert, buildings collapsed, lives lost, a world ruined. and we werent allowed to see it, live in it anymore after the fifth world war. the war that officially took us down. how they fixed it all in 502 days is out of my comprehension, i honestly dont want to know. sometimes its better not knowing. i think this as i am walking through the streets of my new town, which looks nothing like how it used, or maybe my memory is screwed after years in isolation. it really makes one question ones sanity. and i am not sure i have that much left. besides, whatever they did to us, it worked because this place is filled with colors and flashing lights, buildings in all shapes and sizes with functions that defy reality. its the porduct of every mans etopia. its my dream to walk these streets. i glance down at my feet, the sneakers walking on the dark, wet pavement, wandering aimlessly just because i can. a screen is visble to my right, next to all the other ads on screens is a digital clock that reads 10pm. below it us a kebab shop, and just smelling some scents wifting from it,i am drawn into it, as my stomach is too, by the rumbling noise its making. i walk with hungry strides towards the front door, and i cant see anyone inside the colored windows, there are seats, tables and an empty kitchen, barstools lined up to take the orders. but not one soul is in sight. i reach for the door, expecting a locked handle but to my suprise, it opens. the screens displaying the menu switch into a message that reads, "welcome!" in big red letters. "what..» i whisper, wondering what kind of game this is. hesitently, i head towards the opening leading to the kitchen, a swinging door promises scents of fresh food. there has to be someone in here, and frankly, i dont care what awaits me on the other side, i am too damn much craving kebab. my hunger feels like a hole inside me, gnawing at my organs, sinking me down and carrying a scary dizziness buzzing through my body. i cant remeber the last time i ate anything, they only gave us pills in the capsule we were held in. i shudder at the memory. what if this is all a dream and i am secrelty in the capsule still? when i retrace my memory, there is nothing there that reminds me of how i even got here, i just woke up. but if htis is a dream, what is there to fear? its my mind who i will be battling, and it cant hurt me, right? i smile at this new feeling of superioty, and walk into the kithcen, spotting yes, fresh food and kebabs laid out for me, but also not a single soul. the white kitchen is dark wihtout lightening, shadows lurking in every corner, dust gathering at the cabinets, but still, food right in front of my nose. my hand grabs the kebab, half expecting to find air instead, but i feel the grip of it, the smell nearing me as i bring it to my mouth and take a bite. it tastes amazing, the sauce oozing its way into my taste buds, the chewing of the meat making my life feel finally okay again. i swallow, and take another bite, while i glance around the place. still empty, reeking of emptiness and loneliness.

when im done eating, i walk out the door and into the futuristic streets again. glancing to my left, an omnious smoke is nearing me, washing out the colors and buildings. did they not get rid of all the viruses and diseases? am i actually in danger? fear and doubt settles into me, and my legs work faster than my head, as i am running down the streets, but with no idea where i am going. i race pasts empty apartments, shops and signs. with each stride i feel my legs starting to go numb, my senses slowing down and my mind simply, stops. and i reach a dead end. with nowhere to go, a blank brick wall staring back at me, with no idea how it got here. i turn around, only to be met with the gray smoke and hopelessness. fuck. i stand there as it overtakes me and it all goes black.

i blink, one, two, three times and a heaviness lives in me again. and i know. i know as i meet the cement wall, that i am back in the capsule. so i do the only thing i can control here, i go back to sleep. back to dreams. shifting and swimming into the mind of my amde up world, anther dimension.