I was running from a heard of figures. All were unrecognizable yet everyone somehow familiar. They follow me quickly. A warehouse is just up ahead. I don't even stop to look behind me. My heart is pounding in my chest. It feels as if it were about to explode and I am to die right there. I reach for the door and I am in luck. There is a gap just big enough for me to squeeze through. I quickly slammed the door shut behind me. I was at peace at last but with one problem, the lights were off. I fumbled around for a few hours bumping into what I think is hides of beef. The place smells and is slightly cold as if it were a meat locker.
"Ah found it"
I flip the switch only to see what was really in the room with me. Thousands of bodies dangled from hooks attached to the ceiling. My heart was racing more then ever. A single body bag is lying on the floor. I try to fight the urge to check it but its to late, my hand is already on the zipper. My hand slowly moves down and as the zipper moves it reveals a burnt body. I fall onto my back and scream. The body bags begin to move and I close my eyes. I try to stand but something is holding me down. As I open my eyes I notice the burnt body is on top of me.
"Why the hell is it moving! Could it still be alive"
It lunges for my neck.
I jump out of bed in a cold sweat. My room is still dark and the moon is still in the nights sky.
"3:27, not another night mare"
I lay my head back down on the pillow but it is no use. I can't get back to sleep.
"It felt so real"
I get out of bed, make some cereal and plop down on the couch. I turn on the television and the sounds of porn flood the room. I quickly hit the eject button and pop out the tape.
"Forgot that was in there"
I turn on cartoons and start to watch them. They are all old ones so I begin to surf the channels.
"5 bodies found"
I quickly flip back to the news on channel 4.
"The flesh appears to have been torn off with amazing force. We warn you these pictures are grotesque, we advise the viewers with weak stomachs to look away"
The pictures are gruesome. The flesh around the stomach was torn away. Most of the bodies were gutted. Blood lined the floors and walls. The rooms they showed looked like battle fields. Drywall completely smashed, doors broken off their hinges. Everything was mutilated except for one thing. A picture on the mantle above the fireplace. It was the only thing not touched. A beautiful female was in the frame. She looked Mexican, she had long black hair, in her late teens and wore clothes like a rocker would.
I started to freak out. I popped back in the porn and fell asleep to it. I awoke several hours later to static. The sun was up and shining in my eyes.
"Aw a beautiful day"
I made breakfast and looked at the clock. It was only 6:30 am. I hurried and ate breakfast. Once again I glanced at the clock.
"Hmmm, 7:25... Oh shit late for school"
I hurried and put on a pair of pants. I scrambled to unlock the door. Next came tackling the stairs an easy task but worth taking my time. They were old and worn out, one false step and I could fall through them. I hit the main lobby and it was dark like everyday. You see I am one out of twelve guests in this building. Not many people are like us. We are the ones rejected by society and forced to live here, here in this run down apartment. Luckily Joe knows his way around this building and can fix pretty much anything you can think of. Next are the Swanson twins. They are exact opposites what one lacks the other gains. For example their beauty. While Laura is very pretty I would be surprised if a single thought has passed through her head in the last 15 years. Jena is the exact opposite she is very kind and amazingly intelligent but has the looks of road kill. Together they are perfect but apart they are nothing. Then finally Chris. He is that guy that knows anything about bombs or weapons. He could make a bomb out human fat is he wanted to. Personally I think his intelligence is wasted on his weapons but he says one day I'll be sorry for not believing in him. The rest of the people don't really matter. They are hardly ever here. Most of them are hookers or druggies who I would rather not get involved with.
