Age and Genre: YA Light Science Fiction (in contemporary setting)
Jaye was eighteen year old Savannah Black. That is, until she woke up in an underground research facility called Eden. Now she’s being told her old life is over, the result of a worldwide airborne virus and that in exchange for her safety, she must consent to scientific testing, even if that includes Eden’s famous colored serums, the ones aimed at making her forget her past. But there’s just one problem. Jaye hasn’t forgotten her past. In fact, the longer she’s here, the more she remembers and the more dangerous to Eden she becomes.
In order to survive, Jaye will have to break her rule of trusting no one to obtain the truth, a truth more sinister than even she could have imagined. A truth that could change the world.
Can Jaye escape the system in time to prevent a revolution? Or is her expiration date approaching sooner than she realizes?
I pry my eyes open, dark spots dancing in my vision. A revolving metal fan stares back at me, it’s blades spinning at a lazy speed, the cool breeze welcome on my sweaty skin. The white lights are blinding compared to the fog I’m coming out of. The dream. Me, floating in a thick gelatinous substance, one that clung to my body, hugged me close. Everything within in me jumbled and stuck, sinking beneath me like quick sand. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, catch the small red light flashing above the metal door. It speaks.
“7346 is now awake.”
I back against the bed’s headboard, my heart seizing within my chest, oxygen draining from my lungs. Where am I?
Four bare walls surround me, all white, the sterility of it like bleach, singeing my nose. An armchair sits in the left corner and to my right is a small desk, three books resting on its metal surface. The only other item in the room is the bed beneath me, covered in white linen.
Images surge through my brain: a small girl coughing, people wearing masks, a white corridor. None of them make sense.
The blinking light turns solid red, watching me.
“Hello?” I call out.
The door slides open and a girl with short blonde hair steps inside. Her skin is so fair it nearly matches the pale walls. She smiles at me, checking her clipboard.
“7346, I’m glad you’re awake.”