| Survivors

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍

Voices. Distant beeping. More voices.

The sounds faded in and out, just like the buzzing in my ears. My head felt thick and heavy, the pain enveloping me like a blanket of thorns.

Alive. This meant I was alive.

The realization seeped into me slowly, in stages. Along with it came a sharp throbbing in my skull and a surge of nausea.

Where was I? What happened?

I strained to make out the voices.

It was two women and a man, judging by the differences in pitch. They were speaking in a foreign language, something I didn't recognize.

My nausea intensified, as did the throbbing in my head. It took all my strength to pry open my eyelids.

Above me, a fluorescent light flickered, its brightness agonizing. Unable to bear it, I closed my eyes.

A female voice exclaimed something, and I heard rapid footsteps.