Day 21: How did I get here?
Exercise: Think about how your main character got to where they are in chapter 1. Have your character tell you, in his/her own words, those circumstances. Make sure that they include how they feel about the situation. Do they resent it? Are they excited? What’s their outlook?
I should have known better than to go left instead of right. Always go right. But I didn’t, and the [bad guys] were waiting. They booked me and shoved me in a concrete cell in less than an hour. The only other woman in the cell didn’t look at me, at least not that I noticed. She kept her head down with her fingers working on the prayer beads.
I didn’t stay there long. Part of me had hoped that I would. The longer you sit, the less they know about you. The more likely they are to let you go. The resistance drills that into our heads the moment we start training.
After the round, sweaty guard grabbed my arm to drag me out of the cell, everything gets a little fuzzy.I have a few flashes of memory. I remember the smell of disinfectant, snippets of conversation about bleeding, and bright white lights.
I woke up with a debilitating migraine that made me wish I was still under the knife. Instead, I sat propped against the outer wall of [city] with a knapsack at my feet and sealed envelope in my lap.
The logical next step would be to dig through the bag in search of a painkiller. Then look at the envelope. A thorough investigation of the bag, which included a moment just shy of a mental breakdown where I dumped the contents onto the dirt, didn’t turn up any medication. So I tore open the envelope and scanned the letter.
It made my headache disappear from my mind.
I’d been implanted with a parasite. I was now a soldier at their beck and call. And I didn’t have a choice. This wasn’t going to end well.