[ WP ] When a person turns 20 years old , they are put into a cryogenic stasis , until they are needed for an important event in the future . You , are the last person ever taken out .

A frigid haze escaped out of my pod. Red lights were flashing above me. My blurred vision allowed me to see the shape of a person right in front of me. About time. 
 
 I fell over into the man's arms. He struggled to keep me upright. It did n't take long after that for me to regain my sight. I remember that look on his face. On the verge of crying, yet filled with anger. I had never seen such a conflicted soul. 
 
 As I tried to speak, only moans came out. But the man answered as though I had told him a story with a beginning, middle and end. 
 `` There's one. Oh thank God. I did n't... There's one. There's...'' 
 The poor guy burst into tears at that point. He looked altogether bewildered. His hair was wild and unkempt. Sported a mustache, I seem to recall. He wore a white hazmat suit. No mask. Must've thrown it on the ground somewhere. 
 
 It took him a while, but he finally calmed down after a good minute of raving. He was n't supposed to be this upset. He was n't supposed to cry. The awakening was supposed to be calm, handled by professionals. I knew from the start something was off. 
 
 `` I'm Jack,'' he said with a forced smile. 
 Only moaning came out from my end as I tried to talk. I do n't even remember if I wanted to tell him my name or if I just wanted to know what the hell he pulled me out for. 
 `` Do n't try to speak, I got you,'' he put me on the ground and from my pod pulled loose an old rusty-looking square with letters engraved on it. He sat down next to me and showed me the name tag. `` That's you, yeah?'' 
 I nodded. 
 `` Nice to meet you,'' his momentary relief turned into sorrow once more. `` I made a terrible mistake. I see that now. But you're here, so it's not as bad as I thought. It'll be fine, I'm sure.'' 
 
 Jack stood up and looked at the computer in the middle of the room. He seemed to enter some numbers and make calculations. 
 `` Probably enough power...'' He stepped back towards me, pulling me up on my feet. 
 `` I'm sorry about this. I'll be back.'' 
 He pushed me back into my cryopod and closed the door before I could protest. I tried to raise my hand to beat the glass. But that same frigid haze came back over me and I fell asleep. 
 
 Then, some day, the pod opened up again. I woke up again. But this time, no Jack. Nothing. The red alarm lights were off. The whole room looked run-down, like a bomb went off there. I walked up to one of the cryogenic pods right next to mind. And another one. I looked at them all. Somehow, every single one of them was empty. 
 
 *Epilogue* 
 
 `` And now, I'm here. You're really the first person I've seen since I came out of that pod. Come to think of it, I do n't know how long I spent the second time in the pod.'' 
 *Woof! * 
 I laughed as I gave the stranger another piece of jerky from my backpack. `` Yeah, I agree. So now you know. I'm out here, in this godforsaken wasteland, looking for *him*. Jack. If anyone has any answers about all this, it's him.'' 
 *Woof! * 
 I gave the dog a stroke on its head. `` It's kinda nice having someone to talk to. Tell you what, why do n't you tag along?''
