[ WP ] What is going on ?

You reach for the closed door. You open it a crack and are confronted with two sights. The first is a dead girl with several bullet holes in her. She had been carrying a pistol of some sort. The second is two armoured uniformed guards standing either side of the door carrying machine guns. One of the guards is reloading his gun and lamenting the girl who attacked for forcing him to waste ammunition. 
 
 The door creaks and the guards swivel to look at you. You retreat back inside. You hear the guard saying into a radio that zero is awake. Several minutes pass, and you huddle in the corner. The door opens and an older woman in rectangle glasses walks in and closes the door. She picks up a seat you had not noticed and placed it at the bottom of the bed, motioning for you to sit on the bed. You feel compelled to respond to her. You sit on the bed. She waits for you to talk. 
 
 “ Please. Who am I. ” you say panic in your voice. 
 
 “ We ’ re not going to play this game again, Zero. ” She aid dismissively “ We have been playing this for two weeks straight. You claim to have no memory. I ask about the virus. You say you know nothing. Must we play this game again? ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t know what you are talking about? ” 
 
 “ That is fine Zero. You can ’ t say I didn ’ t warn you. ” With that she stood up and left the room. 
 
 A while later a small man in a suit came in with a briefcase, and placed it on the bed. 
 
 You blurt out “ Please. I don ’ t… ” The man raises his finger motioning for you to be quiet. He opens the briefcase and starts filling out a form or some sort. 
 
 You let out “ I just. ” The man sighs loudly, motions with his finger, and goes back to his paperwork. With that he puts his paper away, and places his pen in the briefcase. 
 
 “ What time is it? ” the man asks. 
 
 “ I don ’ t know. ” you reply 
 
 “ What is your name? ” he asks in a flat tone. 
 
 “ I don ’ t know. I woke up a few minutes ago. ” You say 
 
 “ I see ” he looks at his briefcase “ What time is it? ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t know. ” 
 
 “ It is 9 o ’ clock. It says right here on my watch. ” He shows you his watch 
 
 “ Fine. It ’ s 9. ” You are getting angry 
 
 “ What is your name? ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t know. ” You are getting more angry. 
 
 “ Where is the virus? ” 
 
 “ What virus. ” You ask, tired. 
 
 “ What time is it? ” 
 
 “ Two seconds since you last asked. ” You reply. 
 
 “ 12 o ’ clock. It is lunchtime. ” He opens his briefcase and pulls out a cheese and ham sandwich. You realise how hungry you are. He pulls out a knife and cuts it in half. He starts eating it. “ This is a delicious sandwich. What time is it? ” 
 
 “ It ’ s still a few minutes past nine. ” You ’ re not falling for whatever this bullshit is. 
 
 “ Wrong. I told you. It is lunchtime. ” He snaps the briefcase closed. 
 
 “ Can I have some of the sandwich? I don ’ t remember when I Last ate something. ” Your stomach rumbles. 
 
 “ What time is it? ” he asks through a mouthful of sandwich 
 
 “ Why does that matter? ” you snap at him. You feel so very tired. 
 
 “ Well this is lunch. You can ’ t very well have it for breakfast, that wouldn ’ t be appropriate. It ’ s not what they serve here. What time is it? ” 
 
 You eye up the remaining sandwich, and with every moment you feel more hungry. 
 
 “ I just want to know the time, it ’ s a simple question. ” 
 
 You lick your lips. “ It ’ s 12 o ’ clock. ” The man smiles and pushes the half sandwich across to you. 
 
 “ Now, Zero. What is your name? ” 
 
 Through a mouth full of sandwich “ Zero. ” You reply without thinking 
 
 He smiles wider. “ Good. Now we are getting somewhere. ” 

