Its dark. Where is everyone? Confusion had spread to my core and meaningless questions floated in and out. With my mind blank, I crawl until light comes upon me. I stand at the doorway of men. 5 men behind a desk, mumbling a few words, they throw a sword at my feet and I lose the consciousness I had struggled to achieve.
I wake to lying on a bed, in my room, as if it were not a dream. The relief flooded me but the cautiousness never moved. I was scared. Why? Why am I scared of this feeling? The uneasy feeling in my heart was stacking up. On the verge of collapsing, I get up and look around. The clatter at the door toppled my unease. The clatter turned to banging and the door was caving in, wood flying everywhere, no place unscathed. The sword lay at my feet and I pick it up, acknowledging the eminence weight I would have to bear. Screaming was next. The screams were mixed with what sounded like the gargling of water, a truly grotesque noise.
The door now collapsed, I had no time to dawdle or even think as my fear and instinct kicked in. Kill. Kill. Kill. The urge grew and I swung the blade toward the bodies flinging themselves in. The flesh of my victims were ripping of with each swing. Urg... I wanted to puke whatever I had in my stomach but held back and continued to slash the air around me. Realizing I had yet to strike one down, I ran to the corner, countless scenarios ran through my head; tactics, techniques and plans of escape. Where do I hit? What do I do? Where is the exit? I decide to focus on a plan. Hit the bodies at a weak spot. This weak spot was unclear so I rummaged my mind to collect the info I needed. THE NECK. Without hesitation, I rounded what seemed like five people and swung at arms length. The weight was hurting my arms. I continued.
Looking up at the group only one remained. This was when I noticed the details of this monster. Pale blue skin. Blood covering their hands and mouths, they had been gnawing on each other or others I could have saved. Its arms were broken and yet had life and will to come at me. The horrid gargling noise was the attempt by them to breathe or digesting their last meal. My stomach churned as my desire to put it out of its misery increased. Although that increased, my fear of becoming them increased as well. Please dont hurt me!
My fear was not unjust, it ran with all its force to scratch me or bite me. The clothes on my body were my very protection that saved me. My shirt ripped but I was unharmed. Pissed off, I ran, shoving my sword through its neck. Die!
As the quiet invited itself throughout the premises, the unease increased once more. Shivers ran down my spine at each creak, with each of my steps, I break a sweat. Time seemed to pass slowly.
Stepping out from the room, I step over the remains of the door; a heap of wood soaked with an almost black blood scattered over the floor. Doing my best, I try to avoid it. Who knows? It may be contagious. The blood is pooling, attraction to its own. The thickness would present time of death but in this case, I do not want to jump to conclusions. This may be the blood of others put in here and the bodies of ones who were like me; innocent and trapped.
In the clear, I come to a room devoid of any trace of ones who would live there. A stage. A stage of conflict, death, hate and blood. I was put here for some reason. I must find that reason. With no memory, I look around. Nothing. Only a sword and the clothes on my back, the ripped ones. Through the clothes, light pink lines come to view. What is it? Running my fingers along the lines, they are like caverns in my skin. A valleys of flesh. Scars. I was a fighter or a survivor.
Relaxing I breathed a sigh of relief. I will live.
Excruciating pain pierced my leg, paralyzing it. Looking down, the outline of a person is present through my tears. I shriek. It hurts! My body will not move. My will to fight is dwindling away like the hourglass of life; slowly and painfully. I'm falling through nails. I feel every inch of my skin being pierced as if a piece of meat laid out for the enjoyment of hungry men. Flesh is tearing away from my body.
Im dead yet I see the monsters chomping away at my body. I am but a meal as were the others.
