As the realization sank in, Mike felt a wave of dread wash over him as he struggled to understand the situation he found himself in.
' Where am I?..... What is this place?.... How did I get here first of all?... What was that voice just now...'
He fell further into a figurative well of despair and panic with each question he asked himself.
[ << Assessment and appraisal is starting .>>]
Ironically, it was the same cold and unfeeling voice that stopped him from descending further into despair. There was no wave of calm washing over his mind , neither was he freed from the dread . Rather, it was the fear induced by hearing a disembodied voice that seemed to be every where and no where at the same that helped push every other thought to the back of his mind and enabled him to listen.
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<< Name: Mike Holy >>
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<< Appraisal subject has been cleared. Survive! >>