Lillian's  POV

  I opened my eyes slowly but quickly shut them because of the bright light. Who opened my shades? I wondered to myself. Every night, before I go to bed, I remember to close the blinds so that I can get all the sleep I want with no distractions from the stupid sun. Probably mom and her crazy little things about dust. I sat up, with my eyes still closed, and yawned. I then sighed and opened my eyes. Woah, I thought, this is not my room. The room was all white. There was a small coffee table in front of the couch. Other than that, the room was practically  empty. This was not my room at all. My room had bright colors, posters, and even more bright colors. This room was...dull.

I stood up to get a better look at things. There was a window. I slowly walked over it not sure what to expect. A gasp escaped my throat at what I saw. I was on, what looked like, the eighth  floor of some large white building and there was some blue thing going over it. Sort of like a dome. Where am I? I was brought out of my thoughts by a small buzz and the short flaring of a red light. I turned to see a man in a white lab coat. As he walked closer, I noticed some of his features. He had some stubble and large brown lensed  glasses, dull green eyes and an abnormally large nose.

"Lillian Weaver," he said and I nodded.

"That's my name."

"You're finally awake." I raised an eyebrow and stepped towards the bed so there was some space between us. You know, just in case he was a really bad person.

"What do you mean 'finally' awake? I was only asleep for one night." He sighed while placing his clipboard on the coffee table. He took a step closing causing me to take another one back.

"Don't be scared," he then took another step. I tried to go backwards  but I hit the wall. "Look, this may be hard to understa-" he grabbed my arm and I violently pulled it back.

"Don't touch me! Who are you? Who are they?" I pointed towards the men in all white suits. I couldn't see their faces since they were covered by some white breathing mask and they had their arms behind their backs.

"Shhhh," he said gently placing his hands on my cheeks. I pulled  my face back and kicked him in the knee. He groaned and bent down. That was my chance. I tried to run but his voice called out again. "Earnest, Wheaton." That seemed to cue the men in white to move. One of them grabbed my arms holding me by the forearms. I kicked and screamed but nothing worked. I saw the other man take out a long needle. And in the needle was some weird green liquid. To my discomfort, he stuck it in my neck and I felt the liquid go through my veins. My eyes slowly began to droop and my limbs stopped moving. I closed my eyes  falling into darkness.

Jessica's POV 

I groaned while throwing my blankets  off of me. I embraced the cold air and took in my surroundings. Where the  heck am I? I was in an all white room with a couch and a table for your feet. I squinted while looking at the only window in the room. Did dad come again? Oh, I bet he did. I laughed a little thinking of all the stuff he might of done to get me in here. He would've done anything.

"Bull crap," I muttered to myself when I couldn't find a door. "He must've done something real bad." I sat on the couch and threw my legs over the coffee table. I'm probably going to be here for a while, might as well get comfortable. I slowly closed my eyes hoping to get some sleep.

I was brought out of my cat nap by a loud slamming sound. I shot open my eyes and saw a man and two other men behind him. The man in the front was wearing a lab coat and had a gigantic nose. He was walking with a slight limp.

"Jessica Manny," he spoke and I raised an eyebrow.

"How the heck do you know my name? What am I doing here?" I asked raising my voice a little.

"Please, calm down," he hesitantly  took a step forward. "We're  not going to hurt you unless you give us a reason to." I was still on guard as I took  as step forward.

"So, what am I doing here? Did my dad do something?" A look of pain and anguish spread across his face. He shifted his weight from foot to his other foot like he had something bad to say.

"I'm sorry and this may be hard to understand but, he isn't here."

"Who isn't here?" I asked hoping her wouldn't say his name. If his name left those lips, I swear, I'll kill myself.

"Jack Manny, your father." I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and took in a deep breath.

"Then, where is he?" The man looked from the ground, to me, then back at the ground.

"He's  dead as well as millions of others. We are the very few remaining people on Earth."