Table of Contents Survivor: Introduction Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 1 Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 2 Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 3 Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 4

The world exhales a large breath- and in such a fluid motion the Autumn winds caress the clumsy wheat stalks which seemingly bend to avoid nature's kiss. The smooth lips of mother nature feel odd against the coarse tusk of the plants. The light from the sun finally reaches the crest of the world- and dips below- slowly sinking in the sky as to resist its needed departure. Finally the moons fill the sky- and the lamps of the universe look down upon the planet- all is harmonious- all is a dream. Light pierces my sleep. It invades my eyes- but it is a foreign invader- it is not the same form of light that my eyes claim custom too. Blur crowds my vision- and I jab my eyes back closed. Finally the blur of waking retreats from my eyes. A shiver crawls down my spine as my situation reveals itself. I slowly try to raise myself- however my progress is immediately impeded by a sharp pain that rivets my ribcage. My head falls back onto a cloud- a pillow, but I cannot return to my dream- my situation is to dire to ignore. My mind- waking- seeks answers to questions it cannot yet perceive, and though my awareness of my situation gradually comes -my mind cannot help but seek refuge from the absence of material that it claims to once have known. My world is shaken with the simple introduction of light- and yet- a very different claim has warrant over my mind- one not of fear but of confusion. There is no hay covering my body, instead now I lay on a proper bed with blankets to keep me warm. It is both a nightmare and a dream at the same time- I have found comfort but at what cost? Once again I move to rise up and despite the sharp pain manage to get sat up. I am met by another oddity- my clothes, I am wearing garments that I do not recognize- these are not made with the rough cloth or denim that my skin is accommodated to. No- they are not made of anything I have worn in quite a long time. These garments kiss my skin- they are smooth and leave me feeling naked- they hug my skin as if tailored for me, and hold a uniform blue color. Sown against the heart of the cloth is a series of numbers- 501.162.12.2.1- a code or identification of sorts. I do not recall being a number however. For a second my mind questions whether I am me- and it fails to resolve the dispute, and instead shifts to my environment. I am in a metal box of sorts- or at least that is the most basic description of this room; as aside from an apparent door- which has no noticeable knob or way to even open. There is no way to view the outside within the room- no windows- no peak holes. Even the door holds the austere feel of the box, being fully metal and only having a mirrored- one way window that is- pane on it to connect the outside world to the metal case. The room however is not empty, possessing a bed aligned along the far side of the right wall and a desk parallel to it, these two identities are then mismatched by the unbalancing presence of a large wooden wardrobe unit that is positioned along the left wall on the front side of the room. I slowly go to stand up- only to have my feet met unkindly by the coldness of the floor, I have no shoes or socks on. As I hobble out of the bed thoughts race through my head.... And slowly my voice peaks out a question that only I can hear myself ask; "Where am I?" But, this is not the question stressing my mind- not in the very least. Something else inexplicable is missing- a notion or name has escaped my mind- a name very dear to me, and I cannot recall it. To my surprise my voice is met by a rather immediate answer- the door slides open. I hobble towards the opening, apparently more shaken by my situation than I had given notice too- I am eager to leave this place. A man enters through the door- he is of small stature, perhaps not much larger than I am even- I estimate he is maybe 5'7. The man's face is void of wrinkles- as if he were just born, however his hair reveals age- he is balding and what hair remains is a faded black color- though his facial hair once again betrays any notion of his age presented by his hair- as it is a boyish blond color. He is wearing clothes similar to what you would expect to see in one of the core hospitals that they show on the alliance network- his white apron covering a navy blue turtleneck- which is then matched by equally colored trousers, and then matched by black dress shoes. He was carrying with him a tablet of sorts- of which he was entirely focused upon. "Welcome to the Academy" rings out a deep voice from the small man.- He is full of surprises it seems. All of a sudden my brain awakes from numbness- and my mind is flustered with questions. How did I get here, Why am I here, Who is he, What time is it, Where am I? But one question clusters my thoughts like no other- my mind searches for the obvious answer- it is a question that I should know the answer to- and yet even my perception of the question seems theoretical. "Where am I? What- no- Why am I here..." I sputter out questions- I am scared, terrified- it is something that in my sudden awakening I didn't notice. The one question lingers within my mind- but my lack of knowing it scares me more, and I cannot sprout it from my lips. The small man looks up- "You are at the Academy- you are here because you are one of a select group of talented individuals to be admitted into the Academy. You have been handpicked by a group of scholars to attend this institution based upon your academic success or other achievements." In his explanation he both answered and avoided my questions- I am left with more questions than answers. Before I can even open my mouth the man continues. "As you have probably noticed you have been given new clothes to wear as the Academy holds strict uniform standards. Classes start this Monday- here is your schedule, you will be expected to attend all of your classes on time- if you fail to do this then you will receive punishment. Also I should note that for our students safety our doors only open from the exterior- doors open at 5 am and close at 8pm- if you are caught out of your room outside of those times then you will face severe punishment." I literally could not find any answers for this- a school? However students and pupils registered within me- but yet this facility seemed rather constructed as a place for prison- why lock pupils in an enclosement - that would seem to endanger them- unless this facility was in the nature of a correctional establishment. The man turned to leave- "Wait- What did I do?" I burst out- my assumption remains that this is a correctional facility. "All of your questions and concerns will be answered by the Headmaster during your one on one session tomorrow, in the meantime you can confer with your fellow classmates in the mess hall- which is right this way-" He gestured my way- asking me to leave. I hesitate- fear paralyzes me. "Right this way-" The man said- this time more stern. I slowly find the strength to lift my feet- they feel heavy despite being bare- and follow him to whatever lie ahead.