100 Counting down to death

*Slam!*

Standing outside the car, the girl slammed the door while cursing at the driver. Fuming, she walked to the dormitory in her high heels, swaying with an unsteady gait, a sign of obvious drunkenness.

Ben observed her as she approached him: tall…skimpy black dress…long legs… 'Why do I have a terrible feeling of deja vu?'

He felt like there was some memory buried deep down...some tragic event that happened to him recently which he suppressed in his subconscious…

'Forget it, the machines must've just changed something...' Ben understood that ignorance was bliss...

He put that aside and looked closer at the girl. 'Why does she look familiar?' Her wavy neck-length dark hair and olive skin reminded him of someone. When she got closer and he saw her beautiful face…he knew why. 'It's her…' He recognized the girl.