No matter how hard i screamed, the sound didn't resonate with anything. It was like my voice just faded into the white. I started walking, walking turned into running and then i ran for what felt like an eternity in slow motion. That's when i finally saw something, out there in the white. It was very hard to tell, but it seemed like a humanoid shape-wise. But no matter how fast i continued to run, it clung to the very edges of my vision making it very hard to know what i was chasing after. It was when i was falling over due to exhaustion that i heard a whisper, but making out what it said was next to impossible. I could only register "... Suffering..." before i awoke with a snap, gasping for air.
I was back in my nightmare, as real as it could get. Back in the recreational room, with a...
I noticed Nails was clinging to me tightly, looking at me with a worried but drowsy expression.
- Are you ok? All i could hear was mumbles and you sounded quite distressed..
- I'm... I guess I'm alright. It's just... I don't...
- Shh, It's ok...
- ...!
That's when i noticed that Nails hands suddenly were in face, grabbing ahold of me and kissed me passionately.
I could do naught from getting lost in the moment, noticing that my hands started moving by themselves, undressing her as the kissing heated up even further, her hand movement gett more erratic, rushing to undress me aswell. In all this chaos that we wound up in, even if it was temporary, we shared a special moment where nothing else but us existed.
From what we assumed was the following day, The tension was decidely... Akward in the room. It was a bit hard to look each other in the eyes, so we started getting dressed and feeling fit for fight, we ate what was left of the Chilli pot and examined the map to see where we should've been heading next. The layout was quite confusing to say the least, sections where placed seemingly random and it was quite easy to get lost here based on the map.
But with a felt pen, we planned and marked out a route. It was a detour, but better be safe then sorry. Our optional route led us right through a conference room that could house up to 200 persons. Just the though of it brought me memories of the meat locker type room and it made me shiver. I looked over the locker filled with liquor and found a big vodka bottle, perfect for cleaning out any wounds. I filled up the gym bottle with as much as i could (which was almost the whole bottle of about a litre) and threw our belongings in the backpack, along with a scissor i scrounged up.
Things were looking up, but i couldn't admit that out loud in case it would come back to stab me in the back later on. Moving the sofa and opening the door slightly to see if anyone had entered, i grabbed Sophie and proceeded out when there was no signs of entry. Lugging a dead body around sure wasn't as easy as it looked in any of the action movies but i did it anyways. It might've been called stupid on my part, but i really didn't care. I had my respects to pay to my ex, and i'll be damned if i didn't do just that.
Things were as quiet as before, which was unnerving to say the least. Tension could get the best of anyone, and the dark danky corridors didn't really help at all. What we needed was probably some sort of flashlight but looking for one would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
We carried on, and the sight we met in some of the rooms made us sick. A person had been flayed with his skin around his stomach cut and spread, neatly showing everything inside. I didn't even stop to think of the tremendous pain that man must have been in before passing on, assuming he was even awake during the process. Further on, we actually found a person laying on the ground. I was about to smash his skull in just to make sure, until i noticed that somebody had actually shot him square in the middle of his head. Sighing, i ransacked him in order to maybe find something of value. After looking through his pocket, i found an unopened King-sized snickers, a wallet containing a picture of his family and an access card. Jackpot.
Now, since i didn't know how much access this was going to buy us, i just put it in my pocket until later.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Dead Sun Rising: Chapter 1 - Page. 10
After walking for five minutes in dead silence, following the map blindly, we reached what we thought was our destination. Checking the map if it was the correct number, we cautiously opened the door up and expected the worst. Suprisingly, we were treated to some sort of lobby where there were coat hangers, lockers and other things where you could put your trinkets, labcoats and suits away for the moment. Not bothering to dequip anything, we proceeded onto the next room and what we found was like a little slice of paradise.
It lived up to it's promise of being a recreational room alright. It had a fully equipped pool table, a small library of books, a couple of couches, a few dingy lights and it even came equipped with a bar and stove. It looked like it had everything we needed to take a brake. Putting Sophie down, we started looking for a suitable barricade for the door so we took one of the couches and started hauling it over to the door. When that was done, we both simultaneusly lied down on the floor letting exhaustion getting the best of us. It felt so nice just lying down on the carpet, my body felt a bit abused by now. The sad part is that i really wanted it all to be over, but it isn't. I have to deal with reality and i have a responsibility to keep now. I have Nails and if i want us to stay alive, i need to pull my shit together.
I felt that thinking too hard on those things will just depress me even further, so i stood up and went to the fridge, attempting to make idle talk while assessing what i could do with the contents of the fridge.
- So... did you know that i am an educated cook? I sometimes used that as a pick up line.
- I'm not suprised, chick digs a guy who can take care of himself.
- Well uh... That i know. And a lot of other unnessesary crap.
- You got me intrigued, go on.
- Oh like... Let's see here. You are most likely an 80c cupwise, Around 20 years old and probably has a dislike for carrots.
- How did you even... You do realise that the carrot part is true right?
- Magic, whooohoo. So uh... Some outdated milk, eggs we should avoid, some fresh meat, some herbs, butter... I think we might be able to do something with the stuff here.
- Wiseass... But in a cute way.
- That's my style baby.
Feeling that i've successfully increased the overall mood, i got to work. Finding some pans and pots, i started cooking with what i had. I was able to scrounge up enough materials and spices to make a pretty tasty chilli meat pot. It was a bit lacking, i'll be honest, but it delicious in the current circumstanes. I never said it out loud but if there was anything that wasn't fully eadible, the chilli would've made sure to eliminate that particular taste.
We made some small talk during dinner, i told a bit about myself in a very relaxed and playful manner, while she discussed some things about herself prior to these events.
Telling Nails that i was going out to the other room to scrounge around in the lockers for a bit after dinner, i took the crowbar, moved the couch a bit and stepped outside.
Finding a few stuff of real value (Amongst those items where: a gym bottle, a couple of handly king sized towels and a backpack, all stuff which could come in handy later on) i felt satisfied with what i scrounged up. Taking some relief in that i didn't need to break up any lockers and cause an unnessesary commotion, i returned in to the recreational room. We needed all the sleep we could get, so i told Nails that we probably should do just that. I examined the couch and it turned out to be a pretty handy bed-settee (I could hardly believe our current fortune, i was just waiting for lady luck to slap us in the face) which i proceeded to fix up so it could be slept on, grabbing the softest substitute for a pillow i could find and done. Removing nothing else but my shoes, i lay down on it and felt as if every ounce of my strenght was drained away. My eyes felt so heavy... All i could register was a warm source from somewhere and then everything went dark.
The dreams were hazy at best, a whirlwind of emotions streaming through me. My past life, my current situation, things i took for granted, ex girlfriends... Heck, even people i hated passed by it all. I wonder why.
Then all of a sudden, i was sitting all alone in the middle of an empty, quiet colloseum.
It lived up to it's promise of being a recreational room alright. It had a fully equipped pool table, a small library of books, a couple of couches, a few dingy lights and it even came equipped with a bar and stove. It looked like it had everything we needed to take a brake. Putting Sophie down, we started looking for a suitable barricade for the door so we took one of the couches and started hauling it over to the door. When that was done, we both simultaneusly lied down on the floor letting exhaustion getting the best of us. It felt so nice just lying down on the carpet, my body felt a bit abused by now. The sad part is that i really wanted it all to be over, but it isn't. I have to deal with reality and i have a responsibility to keep now. I have Nails and if i want us to stay alive, i need to pull my shit together.
I felt that thinking too hard on those things will just depress me even further, so i stood up and went to the fridge, attempting to make idle talk while assessing what i could do with the contents of the fridge.
- So... did you know that i am an educated cook? I sometimes used that as a pick up line.
- I'm not suprised, chick digs a guy who can take care of himself.
- Well uh... That i know. And a lot of other unnessesary crap.
- You got me intrigued, go on.
- Oh like... Let's see here. You are most likely an 80c cupwise, Around 20 years old and probably has a dislike for carrots.
- How did you even... You do realise that the carrot part is true right?
- Magic, whooohoo. So uh... Some outdated milk, eggs we should avoid, some fresh meat, some herbs, butter... I think we might be able to do something with the stuff here.
- Wiseass... But in a cute way.
- That's my style baby.
Feeling that i've successfully increased the overall mood, i got to work. Finding some pans and pots, i started cooking with what i had. I was able to scrounge up enough materials and spices to make a pretty tasty chilli meat pot. It was a bit lacking, i'll be honest, but it delicious in the current circumstanes. I never said it out loud but if there was anything that wasn't fully eadible, the chilli would've made sure to eliminate that particular taste.
We made some small talk during dinner, i told a bit about myself in a very relaxed and playful manner, while she discussed some things about herself prior to these events.
Telling Nails that i was going out to the other room to scrounge around in the lockers for a bit after dinner, i took the crowbar, moved the couch a bit and stepped outside.
Finding a few stuff of real value (Amongst those items where: a gym bottle, a couple of handly king sized towels and a backpack, all stuff which could come in handy later on) i felt satisfied with what i scrounged up. Taking some relief in that i didn't need to break up any lockers and cause an unnessesary commotion, i returned in to the recreational room. We needed all the sleep we could get, so i told Nails that we probably should do just that. I examined the couch and it turned out to be a pretty handy bed-settee (I could hardly believe our current fortune, i was just waiting for lady luck to slap us in the face) which i proceeded to fix up so it could be slept on, grabbing the softest substitute for a pillow i could find and done. Removing nothing else but my shoes, i lay down on it and felt as if every ounce of my strenght was drained away. My eyes felt so heavy... All i could register was a warm source from somewhere and then everything went dark.
The dreams were hazy at best, a whirlwind of emotions streaming through me. My past life, my current situation, things i took for granted, ex girlfriends... Heck, even people i hated passed by it all. I wonder why.
Then all of a sudden, i was sitting all alone in the middle of an empty, quiet colloseum.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Dead Sun Rising: Chapter 1 - Page. 9
Seeing nothing else of interest in the room, i followed the mildly panicing nails (In all actually, i could understand she as afraid, but this afraid...?) out of the room and into the room with all the shelves filled with petri dishes, and into the next room.
In here was nothing of real interest at first glance, it was yet another researshing room filled to the width with different object, most of which none of us knew the function of so we left it alone.
Leaving the rooms almost empty handed, we proceeded out through the cool sliding doors and into the locker room. Taking of the suits, i finally gasped for fresh cool air. Feeling as sweaty as a yeti in a summer vacation resort, i enjoyed just feeling myself cool down for a bit.
The pressing need to proceed made itself reminded of, we stepped out of the locker room and into the deserted and somewhat morbid halls again with Sophie in my hands.
- Well, left or right, which way Chris?
- You are the woman with the crowbar, i say lead the way.
- Then uh... Uh... Left, right, left, right... I'll just go with right. If my intuition fails me, it's your fault.
- Hey, don't blame me if it goes haywire, you are supposed to have your female intuition.
- But that for guys onl... Argh, never mind. Let's just go already.
We started walking to the right, going as far as the corridor hopefully till take us when we heard the distinct noice of something falling to the ground. Both of us on edge, stopped the second we heard the sound. I held up a raised hand to signal her to be quiet, and put down Sophie as gently as i could. Signaling Nails to give me the crowbar, she complied and i started sneaking forward as fast as i could with Nails right behind me. It was still a bit jarring to see the undead up close and personal like that, but he was giving of a distinct moaning and had his back turned against us. Feeling that i didn't want to risk getting any blood on me or nails (And risk an unnessesary infection), i gave her the crowbar and signaled her to wait. The amount of adrenaline going through my body at the time was something i can't properly describe, but every motion felt smooth, controlle and in slow motion. I rushed forward with his back turned, putting my left hand on his chin and my other on the back of his head, flexing my arms as hard as i could and twisted it with every ounce of strenght i had.
With a wet snapping sound, he fell silent immediatley and dropped to the ground with a thud. Breathing hard and heavy, my hands where shaking madly and i had to sit down. Feeling that i didn't want to risk anything, i stomped on his head, furiously. I didn't stop stomping until it was but a pulp left of his head, tears welling up and hatred for these creatures flaring up out of nowhere. When there was barely anything left of the head, i continued to stomp (By now, i was screaming furiously) until Nails pulled me away sobbing.
I could do nothing but cry, feeling regret, anger and just about every negative human emotion running through my head at the time.
When i finally stopped shaking and sobbing, i realised that i was wrapped up in Nails arms. Not sure if it was her that hugged me, or me hugging her, It still felt kind of akward with me trying to play the strong, brave leader. So i muttered a thank you under my breath and stood up straight. Killing somebody, even an undead does not get any simpler as time passes. This might have just been my second kill but... I just hope it gets easier. I know they truly arent alive any longer. They are just empty vessels that craves flesh and nothing else. So why does it bother me so much?
- Let's... Let's go Nails. We've wasted enough time here thanks to me.
- I just...
Failing to complete the scentence, she went quite for a bit. Obviously faking a smile, she helped me lift Sophie once more and we proceeded onwards, past the zombie lacking a head. I winced as i passed it and carried on, trying to ignore it.
When we came to a three way junction, i saw a handy little map on the wall. Taking it off the wall and examining it, i saw a recreational room clearly marked on the map, along with other hot spots. Perfect, we haven't rested at all since we started. It might be risky to relax for a bit, but it might also be just what we need to carry onwards...
In here was nothing of real interest at first glance, it was yet another researshing room filled to the width with different object, most of which none of us knew the function of so we left it alone.
Leaving the rooms almost empty handed, we proceeded out through the cool sliding doors and into the locker room. Taking of the suits, i finally gasped for fresh cool air. Feeling as sweaty as a yeti in a summer vacation resort, i enjoyed just feeling myself cool down for a bit.
The pressing need to proceed made itself reminded of, we stepped out of the locker room and into the deserted and somewhat morbid halls again with Sophie in my hands.
- Well, left or right, which way Chris?
- You are the woman with the crowbar, i say lead the way.
- Then uh... Uh... Left, right, left, right... I'll just go with right. If my intuition fails me, it's your fault.
- Hey, don't blame me if it goes haywire, you are supposed to have your female intuition.
- But that for guys onl... Argh, never mind. Let's just go already.
We started walking to the right, going as far as the corridor hopefully till take us when we heard the distinct noice of something falling to the ground. Both of us on edge, stopped the second we heard the sound. I held up a raised hand to signal her to be quiet, and put down Sophie as gently as i could. Signaling Nails to give me the crowbar, she complied and i started sneaking forward as fast as i could with Nails right behind me. It was still a bit jarring to see the undead up close and personal like that, but he was giving of a distinct moaning and had his back turned against us. Feeling that i didn't want to risk getting any blood on me or nails (And risk an unnessesary infection), i gave her the crowbar and signaled her to wait. The amount of adrenaline going through my body at the time was something i can't properly describe, but every motion felt smooth, controlle and in slow motion. I rushed forward with his back turned, putting my left hand on his chin and my other on the back of his head, flexing my arms as hard as i could and twisted it with every ounce of strenght i had.
With a wet snapping sound, he fell silent immediatley and dropped to the ground with a thud. Breathing hard and heavy, my hands where shaking madly and i had to sit down. Feeling that i didn't want to risk anything, i stomped on his head, furiously. I didn't stop stomping until it was but a pulp left of his head, tears welling up and hatred for these creatures flaring up out of nowhere. When there was barely anything left of the head, i continued to stomp (By now, i was screaming furiously) until Nails pulled me away sobbing.
I could do nothing but cry, feeling regret, anger and just about every negative human emotion running through my head at the time.
When i finally stopped shaking and sobbing, i realised that i was wrapped up in Nails arms. Not sure if it was her that hugged me, or me hugging her, It still felt kind of akward with me trying to play the strong, brave leader. So i muttered a thank you under my breath and stood up straight. Killing somebody, even an undead does not get any simpler as time passes. This might have just been my second kill but... I just hope it gets easier. I know they truly arent alive any longer. They are just empty vessels that craves flesh and nothing else. So why does it bother me so much?
- Let's... Let's go Nails. We've wasted enough time here thanks to me.
- I just...
Failing to complete the scentence, she went quite for a bit. Obviously faking a smile, she helped me lift Sophie once more and we proceeded onwards, past the zombie lacking a head. I winced as i passed it and carried on, trying to ignore it.
When we came to a three way junction, i saw a handy little map on the wall. Taking it off the wall and examining it, i saw a recreational room clearly marked on the map, along with other hot spots. Perfect, we haven't rested at all since we started. It might be risky to relax for a bit, but it might also be just what we need to carry onwards...
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