[ It's weird to wake up and be acutely aware that there are many, many things you don't remember. Perhaps it might be more pronounced in Alfred's mind the way there are empty corridors and rooms that information should be in but it's barred, locked or simply empty to him when it should not have been. It's just a feeling, an innate sense of how one's own mind should work. There's nothing to back it up, when the description is given to medical staff it's scoffed off and so Alfred quickly decides to retain any further concerns to himself alone.
He doesn't remember an accident but, apparently, that is what brought him here. Wayward Pines. It is most odd. He feels fine, though, so he leaves his room. It's not all that difficult, not as difficult as it should have been.
There are other patients but Alfred doesn't immediately make a move to speak to anyone else, instead intently watching -- which for Alfred is more than mere sight. He intakes every scent and sound and more and can feel them tingle over his skin in seal a concrete four-dimensional memory in his head.
There's new rooms to fill now with information. ]
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Alfred Graves | X Company
[ It's weird to wake up and be acutely aware that there are many, many things you don't remember. Perhaps it might be more pronounced in Alfred's mind the way there are empty corridors and rooms that information should be in but it's barred, locked or simply empty to him when it should not have been. It's just a feeling, an innate sense of how one's own mind should work. There's nothing to back it up, when the description is given to medical staff it's scoffed off and so Alfred quickly decides to retain any further concerns to himself alone.
He doesn't remember an accident but, apparently, that is what brought him here. Wayward Pines. It is most odd. He feels fine, though, so he leaves his room. It's not all that difficult, not as difficult as it should have been.
There are other patients but Alfred doesn't immediately make a move to speak to anyone else, instead intently watching -- which for Alfred is more than mere sight. He intakes every scent and sound and more and can feel them tingle over his skin in seal a concrete four-dimensional memory in his head.
There's new rooms to fill now with information. ]
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