"Come on, nullbie! Get up!"
Nullbie? Is she talking to me?
Eleven. Nullbie.
"Come on, double ones! Get up, I'm begging you! They'll punish me if you don't!" I could hear fear in the woman's voice. A feral, involuntary terror.
The fear in her voice made me feel so awful that I forgot the pain in my head, arm, and back. Shoving my body's protests aside, I moved, groaning, and managed to roll onto my side. Only then did I realize I had been lying on my back. I spat. Something sticky rolled slowly down my cheek. As I tried to move my arms, a stabbing pain bad enough to make me scream out loud shot up my left arm. All right...Got it, I'm lying on my left side. Better take a look around...
I felt a twinge of panic as my eyelids twitched, but wouldn't open. What is going on?
"Hang on, I'll get that..."
A rag scraped my cheek roughly — too roughly. Like a cheese grater running across my face. I was instantly alert, my drowsiness fading.
One more try... This time my eyes opened, only to be hit with unbearably bright light. A groan escaped me and I squeezed them shut again. I twitched, involuntarily moving my left elbow, which caused horrible pain to wrack my entire body. Something was very wrong...
"My arm..." I croaked, not opening my eyes. "My left arm..."
"Yeah, bad luck about those arms," the female voice answered. "But your own base parts, your torso and head, are in fantastic shape. The legs are pieces of shit. But the arms are even worse."
"Huh?"
"I said you got a crappy set. Real garbage. You hit the shit jackpot, Eleven."
"Why do you keep calling me Eleven?"
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Nullform #1 by Dem Mikhailov
HorrorIn this world, everyone starts with no memory and no recollection of their past life. In this world, you have nothing - even your limbs are rented, and you'll have to pay up every day. In this world, you must complete tasks assigned to you by the Sy...
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