[ WP ] You have n't eaten an apple in years , the doctors are after you . They 're not sure how you 've done it , and they want you dead as your existence threatens the demand for their genetically modified apples .

The small cabin danced with the light of the hearth, and I was losing against the urge to fall asleep. It was my 435th day without an apple, and I was still reluctant to sleep, from the fear of the doctors. I was miles away from any civilized place. Surely they could n't still be looking for me, right? I was not convinced. They were ruthless. Even then, they probably had the dogs out. Searching the woods, trying to rectify my existence. I stand against everything their society is built on, living without their apples, their mind control devices. 
 
 I was dragged out of my lull by the distant sounds of a helicopter, and I rushed to extinguish the fire. I cursed my rotten luck again. How did they find me already? I had only moved to this cabin after they mysteriously found me at my old hiding spot, in a cave by the coast. I barely got out of there in time, and I would n't make the same mistake again. I packed all of my meager belongings, ready to bolt if they get any closer. My pack was filled to the brim with the meat and grains that I had assembled over the years, all things that I found on my own, outside of any city limits. 
 
 The helicopter sounded like i was getting closer. It was at least not getting farther away. I made a decision. I would have to camp out farther in the woods, out of my conspicuous cabin, hopefully harder to find. I would come back the next day, as close as I dare to, and see if the place is swarming with doctors. I would have to be careful not to make any noise, in case they bug the place. It would be a shame to lose this cabin, but anything is better than those damned doctors, and their apples. 
 
 I escaped deeper into the woods, and lay out the bed roll that I have brought with me. I fell into an uneasy sleep. 
 
 Footsteps. The crunch of boots on dry, fallen leaves. I bolted up. There was no one in the world that could be walking this far in the woods with pure intentions. I hastily packed my things, but they were getting closer. I was just getting finished packing the last sausage into my bag, when they arrived. 
 
 Two doctors. In their notorious black lab coats. They stopped in front of me. I scrambled to my feet. The doctor on the left stepped forward. The doctor on the right had a menacing gun, but I knew that I would not die that day. Their ultimate goal was to enslave me, for my ultimate acquiescence. 
 
 `` Ron. We've been looking for you for a long time. Why do you run from us? We only wish to feed you.'' 
 
 He thrust a monster of an apple at me, and I ran, leaving my bed roll on the ground. They did not chase me. The doctor on the right raised his gun, and I heard a sickening thud before I felt anything. The needle of a dart was now in my back. I fell down, and into sleep again. 
 
 I awoke. I was in a hospital. I had had nightmares about this exact scenario. I try to move my arms, but they do n't cooperate. I look at them. There is a medical tube, connected to an IV drip, inserted in my left arm. I looked up to the bag, and it confirmed all of my fears. The words `` Apple Juice'' were written on the bag, in big, bold letters. 
 
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