A Memory
Background: The last thoughts of a once human before the dull embrace of a flood paracite. (Halo--flood)
The blackness blinded him as he struggled to see the light. A distant ringing sounded so close. Then silence deafened him. The dark curtain in front of his eyes lifted reveling something even darker. There was fire and smoke that littered the blackened field. People struggling to stand or ran away. "But where?" he thought to himself as his memories flooded back to his mind. "They were in the middle of nowhere." He stood shivering thought the heat of the fires was unbearable.
He started to walk shuffling his feet across the ashened earth. A sudden rush of vertigo flushed over him as he fell back down to his already blackened knees. He could smell burning flesh over the new gust of wind. A part of him wanted to seek out the delicious smell. "Delicious smell?" he questioned himself starting to get a feeling he wasn't alone.
He turned his head to gaze upon the bodies which started to litter the gray earth. A ghostly figure walked among the bodies. To those who managed to stand were crushed back down by this mysterious creature. A pull in his mind told him to lung at this stranger but another part of him refused.
A cold rain washed over the plain causing the fires to hiss. With the dampness on his face a new flood of memories entered; a group of people sent for some purpose; the ground shaking in protest; an odd low rumble then the crack of a weapon; streams, shouts, growls then darkness.
A familiar rumble shook the ground. He stood once again but with a different thought on his mind. A stinging pain with another dark embrace welcomed him again. This time the new thought couldn't be ended. It crawled thu his mind ripping apart all the other thoughts. Each rip was like a tear out of himself. Bit by bit the darkness got stronger, squeezing him thin. A splash of cold came across his face lifting the blackness once more.
A puddle with a picture painted on its surface but not of his own. The picture disturbed him and sickened him to look at it. He could still see features of a young face on a body of burnt flesh. Its skin melted reveling bits of bone. Chunks of hair were missed and replaced with a yellowish blob. He looked away no longer able to gaze upon the image in the water.
Movement to his side, a little creature. Another flash of memories flooded his thoughts. Strange creatures scurried across the ground. In mass a flood of creatures hit them. They attached themselves, screams bullets, fire, an explosion.
Then another thought crossed his mind. "Am I dead?" he questioned. Then he was answered with a voice that seemed to whisper in his ear, "Yes…"