Guards began flooding in, filling up the hallways of every prison sector. Their main objective was to retrieve the 100 randomly selected prisoners and prepare them for their journey. All 100 had no clue as to what was happening and why. The guards definitely were not gentle. They said very little, and when they did it usually consisted of 'shut up' or 'keep moving'. A voice resonated throughout the speakers of the sectors, though little prisoners bothered listening.
"Congratulations. You were selected to be sent to earth, your mission is to survive on earth as long as possible to see if it is still inhabitable. You are currently being transported onto a shuttle. There will be items needed for survival on the shuttle, but it will soon run out, so you will most likely be forced to do things on your own. Good luck." The voice repeated itself over and over, one could easily figure out that it was a recording.
"What the-" Claudette's isolation unit was immediately barged into by four guards. Their feet were in sync as they approached her, grabbing her by both arms and dragging her. "Where are we going!?" She yelled and flailed her arms, though the guards kept a tight grip on her. Things were happening so suddenly. Was she going to be floated? The girl could hear herself breathing heavily as the guards dragged her onwards.
Why are there so many? This didn't feel right.
She frantically turned her head around to get a good look at everything, but all she could see were guards surrounding the many doors that aooeared to go on forever in the hallway.
When the recording began to play, the girl's emotion were mixed. She grew into a slightly dazed state as the guards left the prison and threw her aboard the shuttle, she was the first of many to come. They strapped her down and demanded that she stay seated. So there she sat, her mouth gapped slightly open as she stared blankly at what was ahead of her.