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-=(Zion)=-
You can call me Ojak, my true name is Ojakooni, Ybeqihul (as I know from the ID tag I found around my neck). I know not my place of birth or my origins.

I awoke by a tranquil stream, a beautiful dark faced woman seductively hung over my half conscious body. The moment I began to come around a look of disappointment spread across her dark face. She mumbled a few choice words and ran off.
Still extremely shaken, I tried to remember what the hell I was doing the middle of a forest. When I rose from the ground my head pounded. My eyes began to water and I stumbled. Luckily I was able to take hold of a tree. Once I had gotten my bearings and was able to walk freely I started wondering more and more what I was doing. Not just what I was doing but who I was. It all seemed so curious. I tried to remember a day before, or even a week but nothing came. Just the frustration of a clouded mind. For the first time I looked at myself. I looked like a stranger, someone I had never seen before. A gun was holstered to my waist and a small electronic device accompanied it on my other side. To my surprise I knew how to use it. Although I had no idea what it was or what it did. I was able to immediately find the correct button to turn it on and open it up correctly. It looked to me as if I seemed to retain some of my procedural memory . I could remember certain facts, for example I knew what a gun was and how to use it. I knew how to speak and the meaning of my words yet no matter my wanting, I could not remember anything about myself.
After I had gathered the little thoughts I had I decided to go in pursuit of the girl. She, maybe, had some answers. Before I had ran 20 feet (my body seemed to be in top physical condition) I heard what sounded like a gunshot. My hands moved to my side at an incredible speed and grabbed onto a gun. It was raised to eye level in a split second. It all started to come back now, my training. Although much of it was a blur, I could remember clips. Another shot, I was on the ground, clenching my side. I looked down, no blood. I must have been wearing a bullet proof vest. More guns, people grabbing me, throwing, pushing. Before I could think another thing I was being kicked to my knees (if you have ever been kicked so hard you went from the ground to your knees, you know what I mean).
Nothing, absolute silence. "Am I blind?" I thought. I could see nothing. Damp air and a wet concrete entered my senses. Silence, it seemed an eternity that I sat. Eventually I fell back asleep.
I awoke with haste to a pain in my left cheek. My eyes darted open just in time to see a foot retracting from my general area. When I peered up at my attack I was shocked to see an armed guard. He carried what looked like a high powered rifle and a riot shield. I was directed to get up and I obeyed.
What happened over the next few months seemed somehow familiar. I was training for something but I didn't really know what. There were other people too, but they didn't know any more than I did. After weeks of intense training we were placed in mobile suites. I knew what they were, but I didn't know why. It was the same story for everyone. No one really talked, it was discouraged. Here I am today, I still know not where I am or where I am going. I live day by day obeying every command I am given, it is starting to sicken me.

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