100 S.A, month 6, Lunar 16
A steel book rack of three different slots was at the corner of the room. The first and last slot were full of books while in between them was a knife and a pistol. A bed lied at the other corner of the room. A soft pillow and a warm blanket were placed neatly. In between the book rack and the bed was a door made of sturdy wood. The door was half-open. Therefore, the room had some lights brightening it. The opposite of the door was a table with a thick-covered book in the middle, a pen at the right and a table lamp on the left. A wooden chair was there in front of it.
Got up and walked toward the writing table. As always, a glimpse was taken of the “outside world”. It was a mess. There were sheets of paper all over the floor on the red carpet. Chairs and tables were knocked down, broken. A few books fell onto the floor, half-opened.
That was not my world . . .
Nooo, it is yours . . .
Yours ---
I was shocked. I turned around and there was . . . nothing! No one’s there! There was nothing but darkness; cold and chilly air flowing in the room. The only sound I heard was . . . my heavy breathing. I pulled the chair out and sat down. I reached for the pen on the right, pulled the cap off and positioned the pen’s tip on the first line on the book, my diary. It was too dark with me blocking the lights from the “outside”, so, I flipped on the table lamp. It buzzed and gave a little blink before it was on.
I was ready to write when a thing ambushed me from behind, trying to pull my head off. I can feel a pair of legs pushing against the chair and a pair of small hands on my forehead. I grabbed its hands in an instance, trying to break free. I pulled hard and slammed it against the wall. The lamp were knocked off and died. I stepped a half-step to the right and reached for the hand of the little thing. I grabbed it and threw it out. It rammed into the wooden shelf and withered. Its head fell off. Its eyes were in blood red and there were sharp teeth. I saw its mouth moving and its body cramp, a pulse after another!
There is n-nothing you can do!
There is nothing . . .
Nothing!
I reached out for the pistol, when I was back at the door there was . . . nothing! No blood, no body and no talking head!
I heard a woman screamed on my left. I pushed opened the door and saw another creature rammed against the woman. I lifted my hand with the pistol and the other supported it from below. I aimed and pulled the trigger! Too late I was. The creature’s blade pierced through the woman heart before I shot at it. The creature body stopped moving and fell onto the floor. I walked up to the scene and examine the body. It has a four pairs of spider-like legs protruding out of its back. Two of it was long and obviously it’s the limbs it used to move around, the others had sharp razor blade at the edge. It has got no head and by the looks of it, it’s a parasite on human body.
I went back to my room and picked up the knife, kept it. As I exited the room I heard a soft voice, so, I turned around and saw the woman pointing towards me and said “Y-you . . . you!” Then her body withered together with the creature. In seconds, they become ashes.
I head out carefully still wondering about her last word.
Left, checked.
Right . . . cleared.
There were rubbles on the left, blocking the way. I had no choice but to take the route on my right. Then again, I had this idea about jumping out of the window to escape. I slowly approach the window and . . . it is impossible. There was nothing behind that window. It’s as if the window were just for decoration!
Why?
Where was I?
Why am I in that room? Was it mine?
I walked down that pathway with a red carpet neatly placed and saw a few vases along the way. I walked pass four rooms. To my surprise, the only one that had a wooden door was mine! There is a right corner head on after these doors. I approached it and turned to the right to find myself another corridor.
The corridor was dark, lights broken down. Something was ramming against the wall at the end of the corridor. Its cracking, the wall was!
Bang!
G-g-giv
Giv-give me
Soon it fell and rubbles dropped all over. I can hardly manage a figure was there. Something was charging at me. I jumped and rolled to the left to where the dim light was. It rammed against the wall and pause for a moment. That thing was now visible. It limbs has got lumps of monstrous muscle. There was something in the middle that act as the body. It was a round ball-like figure. There were blood dripping out of it and its thumping. There are four thin yet muscular line-like objects that linked it to the limbs, giving it command to move . . . maybe.
By the time I was up and running, it picked up its position and started his “run” towards me. I turned and shot at one of its limb. The bullet sank in deep but it was still coming at me. I tried to dodge to the left but his right arm got me. I was thrown back and knocked onto a table. The knife I kept stabbed into my leg in the commotion. I took the table as a support to get up.
Hand raise and aimed. The creature had started to ram again. I shot at that red ball in the middle and its movement slowed. I shot a few more. It stopped just in front of me and its limbs muscle began to burst. Lots of blood squirted out.
Need a place to get a treatment and rest!
And some strong barricade too!
I’ll try those steel doors.
I stepped through the pool of flesh and blood. I tried the first door on my left.
Security code needed?
No way would I know it! I leaned against the wall and pressed on. Upon reaching the second door, a machine called out “Please identify”.
A hand size mark glowed on the screen. I pressed my hand on it and it opened. I went on in and the door closed behind me.
The room was in good condition. There is a desk in the middle, a medical box on the right and a steel cupboard on the left. There were a few documents on the desk.
I reached out for the medical box and tow out a few equipments; a pair of scissor, a roll of bandage, a fibre thread, a needle and disinfection. I pulled out the knife and blood squirted out. I took some of the bandage and pressed on the wound. It took some times before the blood flow slowed. I clean the wound up with some iodine. It stung. I bit the reel of the fibre thread to make it firm. Slowly, I crossed the needle in and out of my wounds, pulling them together. I bit the reel real hard. I tied a knot at the end and I’m done with it.
Tired I am. I lied down on the floor and soon fell asleep . . .
100 S.A, month 6, Solar 17
I woke up to a sound from above. Something is up there, in the ceiling.
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