I like sleeping. I have no work, my brother doesn't need me, and Austria is supposed to be at Hungry's house. Hehe, he's probably trying to swoon her and is failing miserably. I would love a dream like that. In this peace, I don't doubt that...
What's that? There's a sudden knocking noises coming from the door. That's probably West trying to wake me up. I want to sleep with the awesome silence.
"West… I want to sleep. I don't want to get up," I groggily say. That should do the trick unless he makes his dogs bark up a storm. Seriously, he has done that on occasion. But that's rare, normally I can just calmly sleep...
The knocking is continuing. What the hell, It's also getting louder. Are those his dogs trying to wake me up? Germany, why the dogs?
"Stop banging on my door! I want to sleep. Go bother Germany or run to Austria and pee on his high class shoes! I want to sleep and wake up with the awesome sunset!" I say loudly. I wait a few seconds to see if the dogs would leave but that failed as the knocking slowly turned into banging, which awoke my awareness.
Banging? Dogs don't bang on doors unless they're slamming into them. Germany's dogs don't randomly slam into doors. He wouldn't train them to do that either, he loves them to death. I also smell something weird, but that's probably my imagination over exaggerating the smell of my laundry. I guess I should wake up and see what's going on.
I don't want to do this but I have to get up, somehow, and check out what's going on. What can I get up for, because I normally get up for something like food. I could get up for coffee, I like coffee. Ok! I'll get up for nice, hot coffee! I can also get into my stash of Italy's gelato. Oh! Coffee gelato! Yes! Hot coffee in my favorite mug and have a big bowl of Italy's homemade coffee gelato. This is going to be the most awesome weekend ever, for the six-hundred-fifty-seventh time in a row!
I sit myself up on my bed and quickly look -with my eyes closed- towards the direction of my door. I can't wait! I start moving and -Bang!- I hit my head on a wall. The fuck is a wall doing there? I always get out of my bed on the left side of my bed and get on my awesome bed in a similar way. I rub my hand over my -soon to be- bruise. After a while I open my eyes and I see a differently colored wall with a large shadow. This isn't my wall. My wall is a light blue not brown. That's just weird, because my room is supposed to be black and only pitch black. I normally can't see shit in my room, sometimes I trip over my stuffed bird plashes because of the darkness.
I take my other hand and touch the wall which feels rough with some flaky things coming off. I then look right and I see a small room that's lit with candle light. Next, I look towards the door as the banging continued. I let my eyes scan the room for anything else before getting out of bed and this is what I saw: A dresser, A table with the candle on it, A green and red rug, and an envelope on the rug. I also see a trail of red splotches leading from the door to under the bed. Well, the first thing I should do is check out the door. I want to know what's making that sound. I get out of bed.
I cross my arms as a draft attacks my bare chest and I take a deep breath through my nose and gag. It smells disgusting in here, like a corpse was just hidden under the bed I slept on. It literally smells like a rotting corpse.
Well, off to check the door I go! But I sadly don't even make it halfway across the room before the thing on the other side of the door starts barking. The sound scared the crap out of me, causing me to stop frozen in place. That didn't sound like one of Germany's awesome dogs. The barks were loud and sounded odd for a dog. Where the hell am I? Was I kidnapped or something? It better not be World War III. That would be completely unawesome, especially if it was Russia who took me hostage. Even though World War III is probably an unrealistic answer it's still an unlikely event that could happen. I keep this idea in mind.
I stare at the door. That thing sounds huge and aggressive. I think I want the door to stay shut until it leaves. Yes, that sounds awesome. I can look around the room anyway, it's not like that thing can break down the door anyway. Right? I hope I'm right.
I look to the dresser and move in that direction. The dresser is a simple light brown and looks simply plain. It has two drawers but one of them has a shirt sticking out which annoys me.
When I get to the dresser I lean on its side and compose myself. That was just unawesome, what was that thing? At least that thing staying on the other side is better than this smell. I'm getting use to the smell but the smell of a dead body shouldn't affect me so much. I still have -somewhat- nationhood, this shouldn't bother the awesome me at all, but it is.
I get off the dresser and check what's inside the drawers. I decided to check the top one with the shirt, hoping for some decent clothes because I can sense that I'll be staying here for awhile. It contains two full sets of clothes, a bag, and a small book with pen. I take out the bag and check inside it. It has a folder with five pieces of paper and a rotten apple. Ew, spoiled food in the bag. I should just take it, I bet it could scare the shit out of the person that most likely put me here or use it on that thing.
Next, I take out the book with pen. I take a quick skim and it turns out to be completely blank. I check to see if the pen works and… It works! That's good, I can write down tasks that I need to do. I quickly write three tasks in, before putting the book in the bag. I say that this is a good find! And then there's another draft. I should put some clothes on. It's getting really cold and I'm basically half naked in my underwear.
I get dressed with my new surprisingly clean underwear. I'm serious, it was never used because it still had a price tag. I also put on a blue shirt and gray pants out of my small but really good selection. Another good thing is that there were socks and a single pair of shoes. I put those on too. I feel excited because these items are actually useful and clean!
With new discoveries there is adventure! I close the top drawer and check the bottom one. It contained: two red herbs, two blue herbs, and 5 crystals. These are weird items because I have no clue about its usefulness but, I just bag them without question. Then I close the drawer with slight disappointment. I at least have a smile on my face.
I look at the newly acquired stuff in my bag before turning around. I look at the door as the banging continued. When is that thing going away? I sigh as I look at the rug.
The envelope is still on the rug. Well, I have nothing else to do, so I walk to the rug. I pick up the envelope and open it. The envelope reveals a note and I take care in reading it.
"To the Scar Group Leader Zonda,
"The leader of the Voldon human group would like to have a peace meeting tomorrow in the Cider Brim Conference Room on the second floor at 4:35 AM. We request that all groups/clans bring all of their diplomats and an offering of any available food. We also require appropriate clothing, for we do not expect any trouble.
"This is supposed to be a simple meeting to discuss our relationship ties and food availability. Every group on all five floors of the C wing are to attend. You are going to see enemy groups and clans but this is important for everyone's survival. There is no need to bring up the subject of war so please, do not bring the subject up.
"We hope a safe and well thought out conclusion can come out of this. We also hope that we all can make some new friends.
"Sincerely,
Rick Conscove, Head Diplomat of The Voldon Group"
Interesting, there are other people here too! Not only that but I at least have a vague idea about where I am. I'm in the C wing of some big place that has five floors. Damn! this place is huge. I wonder why this important note didn't get to it's destination. This note clearly needed to get to this person. How long ago was this made? There's no date at all. Where the hell did the person who was supposed to give his letter go?
After a minute of staring at the paper I look at the edges of the bed sheets, which have a brownish color. Then, I follow the stains -with my eyes- from the bed to the door and repeat the action a few times before something clicked.
"What's under the bed?" I have to see but I don't have a light. I then look to the candle. It's still lit, but I need a safe light that won't burn the bed. I wonder if there's a flashlight in this room.
After a bit of searching I find the flashlight under the table.
"Fuck yes!" I yell as I lower myself to the floor. I turn on the flashlight and like I expected, the person's corpse is there.
He had half his face torn off and is missing his right hand. I see a huge, rotting hole in his stomach with something silver in it. I also see a big puddle of dried blood under the body. I'm not too disgusted by the sight but the putrid smell is horrible. I'm kinda glad I got use to the smell. Welp, my curiosity about the smell is gone, what next? Oh ya, the door. I shut the flashlight off.
I get off the floor and walk close to the door. The barking and banging has died down but it's still going on. I bet that if I take a quick nap, the whatever-it-is on the other side of the door will go away. That kinda sounds nice except for the bed.
The bed has a dead person under it. I now find the bed highly unsanitary but I would rather nap on a bed than nap on the cold and disgusting floor. So, I get on top of the bed without getting under the blankets and I try to sleep. The noises bother me.
I look at the door and wonder. Is anyone I know here? If someone I do know is here than are they safe? I hope I'm the only one here.
I try to sleep once again but I just can't. So, out of a lack of ideas, I rest and watch the door. And I start to think about everyone. Most notably, Italy.
"I wonder where Italy is," I say sadly at the door. As long as he's not in a similar situation...