Description
I suddenly find myself in the middle of a panic attack as sudden realization takes over. I kick and thrash sporadically inside a lab tube, battling for even an inch of oxygen as I pound forcefully against the Plexiglas surrounding. In last hopes I float to the surface, I press my face against the top of the tube. Water splashes in my mouth as it fills my lungs with water, and leaving me helplessly and desperately gasping for air, a simple element I never thought I would long so much for. All I can do is stare blankly with no reaction as the tube fills to the rim and I accept that I finally, this time, actually might die. In no sort of control I feel my own body begin to submerge and my life flash before my eyes, but I don't feel like a failure instead, proud of myself for growing from the coward I once use to be back at the bailiwick, afraid to even pick up a knife, definitely not a pistol. In my flashbacks I see us, all of us; dead and still alive, Phoebe, Lara, Link, Lussier, and very last, Opal. We all were in this for one purpose and we served our purposes fully and as much as we could and I hope the others will complete the task left by us and no more lives lost. With that last thought, I purposefully submit and submerge myself deeper into the tube, water enveloping my crouched form. I shed a tear but it's hidden by the water, helping me to drown, useless, especially now that I'm dying, the karma. I take a last glance at the augmented and blurry laboratory where I, Finnick Freedman will finally die. I take the final step in my mind, accepting my fate, death has just finally caught up to me, I had lived longer than I was even supposed to anyways I suppose. It's my time to make the term. I close my eyes. Suddenly, It all hit me. This was all fake, an alternate reality, a simulation. Nothing was real. I felt myself breathing again. I opened my eyes...
The Simulation
