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I don't...

I can't remember what happened.

There must be something wrong with me.

I cannot recall how I got through the fire.

How did I get away?

I am drawing a blank, a blank in my mind.

I was frozen in horror, petrified against the wall of fire and water...

I closed my eyes, expecting the end.

and then?

Nothing.

I am running. Why am I running? A wall of water is chasing me, rumbling right behind.

My breath ends, I stutter, I slow down my pace.

This can't be real, I tell myself. I must be dreaming.

No.

The Neural Broadcast must be messing with my head, clipping, chipping away my memories.

The Neural G-Goggles are clearly malfunctioning as well.

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My vision is getting fuzzy, pixelated, low res.

The rendering distance of the view through the nano-crystals embedded in my goggles is giving me problems, switching between gritty realism and cartoony filters as if it's trying to mess with me on purpose.

God damn it!

I'd tear them off if I wasn't so deathly afraid that my eyes will melt out of my skull the instant I do so. Last time I tried to take off the G-Goggles my eyes begun to itch and burn. Blasted poisoned air.

The water smashed into me.

I am grabbing for anything to hold onto. Anything at all.

Water is flooding my mask, seeping in between the seams, rushing down my throat. I helplessly flap my arms, my jacket getting wet and heavy, dragging me down under.

Surprisingly, I do not drown.

An old, hollow advert shaped like a pink doughnut covered in plastic sprinkles with the words "DONUTS AND MOAR" saves my life as my arms automatically wrap around it. It carries me to the surface, like a gigantic life-preserver.

As I am holding onto the plastic doughnut, floating nowhere in particular, amidst the ruins of a flooded city I wonder where Captain is right now.

Would Captain rather walk on water, swim through earth or simply sit on air to avoid such a nasty situation? Everything is possible when you are immune to the disease of bad luck. The doughnut creaks.

I dwell on how ridiculous/realistic it would be to harness Captain's blood into a vaccine to cure the world of the apocalypse. If only I had been fast enough. If only I knew the future. If only I could turn back time.