Isolation Island 1 - Arrival
Mon, 23 Mar 2020
I woke up naked in a strange bed. There was a man sitting by the bed looking out through the window. He had the remnants of grey hair, a big bushy grey moustache and was wearing a faded army uniform bearing the insignia of a Colonel. By his side was a rifle, not old and dated like his uniform, a modern gun, high tech, shiny and new.
I watched him for a while, hoping to catch his attention, but he was fully engrossed on whatever was outside.
"Hello," I said eventually.
The old man turned and looked at me. "Ah, new boy," he said. "You've decided to join the living."
"Apparently so," I said. "I'm afraid I don't know where I am."
"Don't be afraid. You're on The Island."
"The Island? I don't remember coming here."
"You wouldn't. Memory's a dangerous thing. We have to keep the island a secret. We remove the memories of everyone who comes here."
"You've removed all of my memories?"
"Yes. What's you're name?"
"I don't remember," I confessed.
"You see, your memories have been totally erased. With your consent, of course, not that you'd remember consenting. You're starting here anew, a blank slate.
"What will I do for a name?" I asked.
"You've been issued with the name Terrence," he said. "I would advise you to keep with that name and not to allow people to call you Terry. If you've been given a name you should respect it. Anarchy starts with abbreviated nomenclature.
"And what's your name?"
"Me? I don't have a name. People just call me The Colonel. But enough talk, you should dress and I'll show you round."