Zack opened his eyes and stared at the bright white lights above him, trying to figure out where he was.
Dead. That was the first thing that came to mind. He was dead and waiting to respawn.
No, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t playing a game. Even the most advanced VR games he’d played couldn’t simulate something like his pounding headache and the itchy sheets. He glanced down and made a face at the putrid green sheets. He was in a bed somewhere. Somewhere not his room. For one thing, these were definitely not thousand thread count Egyptian cotton. If they were two thread counts, he’d be surprised. And worse, they were olive green.
Who chose olive-green sheets?
At least they matched the wall colors. Not that that was saying much.
A sharp ping sounded, and the white light above Zack’s hea
