Sleeping Pills - Part 1: Insomnia

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Sleeping Pills - Part 2: Memories

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Sleeping Pills - Part 3: Awakening

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Sleeping Pills – Part 4: Taken

The last 5 minutes flashed by in a panic. Despite the shouting and kicking, Delta 202 found himself in the back of a vehicle. Even if the security hadn’t been called on him the previous evening, they surely would discover it themselves. He hadn’t taken his pills; he was a howler.



The blinding lights reflecting off the building couldn’t penetrate his thoughts, how could he be a howler? He felt different sure, but he wasn’t some savage former human and he certainly didn’t feel the pollution. The more Delta 202 thought about this, the more unsettling the facts became, or rather their uncertainty. The facts that he was fed, the stories everyone was told, did they really make sense? Would the howlers have created the pills to kill off their own species, or did someone else. How could such awful pollution exist with no one knowing, and no place for it to come from. None of it made sense. The only thing that could make sense is…..



BANG!

That’s a car..



Delta 202 doesn’t need much medical experience to guess what a concussion is, especially when he can feel it. Lost in his thoughts, and trapped in the back of a vehicle, he hadn’t been focused on the road. Delta 202 didn’t see the large pile of scrap on wheels come tumbling out of the alley, and the ringing in his head made it hard for him to notice it had stopped.

Perhaps this city is nothing but lies, if there’s no pollution and no howlers, maybe crime could be real. His empty back pocket and lost ID backed his thoughts.

If he ever had any doubts of the crime rate, it just slammed into the junk car with the security vehicle.



This chunk of metal on wheels, handmade no doubt, was something Delta 202 had never seen before. It would go on his top 3 no longer unseen things, alongside the crime. These ragged punks sure gave howler a new definition, the only thing louder than the mechanical groan of their recently slowed vehicle was the pounding in Delta’s head.



A man much taller, wider and more intimidating than Delta 202 stood with a confused glance, staring through the shattered glass at Delta.

“First time, huh?” The man laughs at delta, prying open the smashed door with little to no effort. Delta could only just see past this mans shoulders, the other people who stepped out of the car were tearing and prying the bumper and bonnet off.
“I, um… what?” Delta stuttered.

The man gestured at delta to undo the seatbelt, while questioning him further. “What’s your name pal?”

“Delta 202” he replied coldly. He didn’t know if that was his name anymore, maybe he was a howler.

The man smirked while pulling delta out of the scrapped security car into their own pile of scrap. “You’re gonna be a real piece of work, aren’t ya?”