Doctor Harley stands right beside the entrance door from across the room and gapes at me. She starts taking steps toward me after a long while of staring. The sound of her shoes anytime she took a step distracted me from having my usual daydreams of myself and her all alone on a beach. We'd hold hands and lock eyes the whole time, trying to get lost in each other's eyes."Doctor Harley...""Doctor Marilyn Harley."The woman is more than twice my age, but that doesn't discourage me at all. As a matter of fact, it doubles my vehemence. Micah thinks my feelings for the doctor are only a mere phase that would evaporate in no time. She said so over two years ago, around our first times in the facility; but the feeling has kept growing and evolving.I doubt if she still thinks it's just a phase.I vividly remember the very first time I met Doctor Harley.All of us group two members had been called from sleep in the middle of the night, when sleep matters, and made to line up. Each one of us

I was made to sit alongside Lieutenant Ackermann and the doctors of each group, including Doctor Harley. I locked my fingers of both hands into each other and felt the coldness of each finger individually. I blew warm air from my mouth into it to help warm the temperature. The trembling though; I had no solution for that.A survival test was just about to commence, and I was as scared as a jack-rabbit that has heard the howl of a starving and angry wolf, and I wasn’t even participating in it. I was only a spectator, holding a seat among the top dogs in the showroom. I would have preferred to watch the show from somewhere else, or at least from the back, but the Lieutenant thought it best if I sat right beside him with the Doctors rather than at the back.I was practically safe; and I knew that particularly well, so why the hell was I shivering? Well, first off, Micah was participating in this test, with Daniel, Miche, and my other group members – the rest of the candidates, I gave zer

The test was just about to begin. The candidates had already been briefed on how to win, and their faces after that easily broadcasted their disbelief. It was already messed up that the Heads had decided to cut out the candidates who were going to flunk the test; but that wasn’t the case, not directly anyway. They thought it better if the candidates killed each other to survive.The guard in front of us used a remote on the large window-television screen, switching between cameras and whispering “online” to the person on the other end of the Mic. Before long, he’d already scanned through the thirty-five cameras in the entire arena. He pressed a key on the remote, and all the cameras displayed on the screen all out at once, with either of them in their own small cubicle. Not too small to make you strain your eyes though, just enough to make everything visible, maybe even suitable for a person with myopia.Every candidate was in their own corners in the arena, waiting, but praying not t