Memories? Well, yesterday I had a glass of water and listened to the radio and took some pills. The day before that I had a glass of water and listened to the radio and took some pills... Ditto for the last week or so. Jessica told me something about the pills, I forget. That was on Sunday because the radio asked us to pray.
"Nurse?" I ask. "When can a patient leave?"
"When they're healthy," she says. She has a smirk on her face.
Oh dear. Oleg is coming at me from the end of the hall. You know, the old soldier? He's wearing grey too and he's bald, head covered in burn scars. He can't stop scratching them.
"Private, the Commander's making an advance," he whispers to me. "Strategic retreat, this position cannot be held. Are you in or out?"
Commander. That's his name for you. What are you planning? You're not usually this... I don't know, my head really hurts.
"Any spare pills?" I ask.
"Didn't take them," he says. "Scrambles the frequencies and makes Commander go AWOL. They say it's meant to increase signal-to-noise but in reality, you're sabotaged! Relieve me of them if you need to but I'm not responsible... Commander's talking about a fire and I know I need utmost attention, no order ignored."
Nurse is looking at us funny, eyes over her magazine. The pills are in his hand. I need two servings a day, everyone says so. It'll give me a boost, can I please?