[center][h1][b][color=purple]Pia[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
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She lay still and listened to a voice that had broken through the silence. Something about...stopping a flood? She concentrated, so that she'd be able to recall every word. For some reason, what he was saying seemed very important.

It was only when she pulled herself upright in the pod, that she realised that the voice had been talking English, and that she understood him. Why, then, were her thoughts in German? She must have been bilingual. From the moment she woke up until now, she'd been trying to recall something. Anything. But it wasn't even a blur. There was nothing up there at all.

She climbed out the pod to discover that she wasn't alone. There were others, similarly dressed up like...test subjects, who had also come from pods. She immediately had to cover her ears because the woman in the pod besides hers started screaming and cursing, breaking the still silence. She didn't want to glare at the woman. Her feelings were understandable, but it was still...startling, to say the least.

One of the others drew the group's attention to a map, and began discussions on where to go, and each other's names. She saw several others looking down at barcodes. She had one too. PG-414-G6G-78. From the way others were name each other, that'd make her what? P? Hmm, she'd rather have a real name. What about Pia?

[color=purple]"Call me Pia, then,"[/color] She'd say to the group, in a heavy German accent, before pointing at the map. [color=purple]"Only two rooms are pointed out. The safe room and the main gate. I think whoever drew on this map wants us to get to the main gate, but...why would we need to use a safe room?"[/color]