As I slowly regained consciousness I felt a pain surge through me. My eyes slowly opened and I found myself in a room I hardly recognized.
Trying my best to sit up, I fully opened my eyes only to realize there was blood on my hands! I stared at them in horror wondering what the hell was going on.
Looking around I realized it wasn't just my hands but my clothes, hair and exposed body parts were covered in blood. I tried screaming but nothing would come out. My throat was hoarse and dry incapable of letting any sound out.
After I tried my best regaining my full senses, I tried getting out of the bed but as I put my feet on the ground, it wasn't the ground my feet touched but a BODY!! However it wasn't an ordinary body but one full of fresh wounds and scratch marks and a bullet hole in the middle of his two eyes. I once again tried screaming but nothing seemed to come out.
With all the strength I could master I got out of the bed and studied my surroundings. There seemed to be numerous objects misplaced all over the room I was in showing signs of a fight.
My eyes soon landed on the bloodied corpse beneath my feet. He had brownish hair and broken glasses with hints of blood, a black eye and bruised lip. The longer I stared the more his unique eye catching features seemed to pop out . After realizing I had been staring for far too long I gave off an awkward cough and faced the window that allowed the room to be well lit.
As I faced the window, my eyes caught sight of the same brownish hair the body beneath me had in an apartment that was in a flat adjucent to the one I was in. I stood rooted to the ground and soon the person's body in the adjucent apartment was fully clear and what I saw made my insides turn.
It was the same person; the same hair, the glasses, same clothes, same EVERYTHING! except for the blood. He must've been a clone ; an exact replica of the bloodied man.
I continued staring at him in shock with only one thought in mind.
"What in the ever loving FUCK was FUCKING going on!?"