I fell to my knees on the patio of the house, dropping the keys and breathing hard, feeling my anger ebb to almost nothingness. "Why the hell does shit like this always have to happen to me?" I asked myself as I shoved my hands in my pockets, searching for a delmetor. I found one, and pushed it into my mouth. I sat for a moment, letting the pill kick itself into my system. I was still shaking from both anger and fear, but by the time the pill fully kicked in, I was starting to feel just fine.
I didn't understand any of it, though. These Galerians were just so damn determined to tell me that I'm not human. Why would they waste their time? Why would they go through so much trouble if they knew I was human. Or rather... am I even human? Their sheer determination to prove to me that I'm not human is beginning to make me wonder...
I just wanted to know why this shit had to keep on happening to me. I wanted to understand, is that just too much to ask? Was it just too much for me to know the truth?
My eyes fell upon the keys in front of me. All this trouble and pain for a stupid ring and a set of keys. I held out my hand and scanned the keys. Go figure, the keys would open the door in front of me. I immediately felt stupid.
I took the keys into my hands and stared at the lock in front of me. You know, if I unlocked this door, I would be bound eternally to the truth I would find inside. If it was even the truth. Was I really sure that I wanted to go this path? It really made me wonder... but...
Eh. No choice there. I think I'd rather die than have this... sword hanging over my head. On the keychain, I took the only key that wasn't in the car ignition and pushed it into the lock and turned it. Click. Rawkin'. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open, sealing my fate.
If I was expecting a fanfare, there was none. Just the creaking of the opened door. I crawled forward, planning to stand up until something had caught my attention. There was a manila folder with random pages scattered out in front of me. I crawled even closer to the mess and grabbed a handful of these papers. I began to read out loud, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"Day eighteen," I began, reading the sheet at the top. "The rabbits have become a truly disturbing sight. Their looks are rather bizarre, but they are becoming more terrifying than ever believed. They are sadistic, cold-blooded killers... I'm glad they listen to orders well." I stopped. How the hell could rabbits be killers? I snickered to myself.
I imagined a bunny with a machine gun. Yet the photograph on the next page scared the living hell out of me.
There was a large 8"x10" photograph of a bloody, rotting mess wrapped up like a mummy. Blood was seeping through its wrappings. It was dressed in a business suit. It looked as if I killed it by shorting, then put it back together with gauze wrap and super glue. Nothing else. THAT was a rabbit? Pretty fucking disgusting.
Now that was something I really didn't want to run into.
I didn't understand any of it, though. These Galerians were just so damn determined to tell me that I'm not human. Why would they waste their time? Why would they go through so much trouble if they knew I was human. Or rather... am I even human? Their sheer determination to prove to me that I'm not human is beginning to make me wonder...
I just wanted to know why this shit had to keep on happening to me. I wanted to understand, is that just too much to ask? Was it just too much for me to know the truth?
My eyes fell upon the keys in front of me. All this trouble and pain for a stupid ring and a set of keys. I held out my hand and scanned the keys. Go figure, the keys would open the door in front of me. I immediately felt stupid.
I took the keys into my hands and stared at the lock in front of me. You know, if I unlocked this door, I would be bound eternally to the truth I would find inside. If it was even the truth. Was I really sure that I wanted to go this path? It really made me wonder... but...
Eh. No choice there. I think I'd rather die than have this... sword hanging over my head. On the keychain, I took the only key that wasn't in the car ignition and pushed it into the lock and turned it. Click. Rawkin'. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open, sealing my fate.
If I was expecting a fanfare, there was none. Just the creaking of the opened door. I crawled forward, planning to stand up until something had caught my attention. There was a manila folder with random pages scattered out in front of me. I crawled even closer to the mess and grabbed a handful of these papers. I began to read out loud, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"Day eighteen," I began, reading the sheet at the top. "The rabbits have become a truly disturbing sight. Their looks are rather bizarre, but they are becoming more terrifying than ever believed. They are sadistic, cold-blooded killers... I'm glad they listen to orders well." I stopped. How the hell could rabbits be killers? I snickered to myself.
I imagined a bunny with a machine gun. Yet the photograph on the next page scared the living hell out of me.
There was a large 8"x10" photograph of a bloody, rotting mess wrapped up like a mummy. Blood was seeping through its wrappings. It was dressed in a business suit. It looked as if I killed it by shorting, then put it back together with gauze wrap and super glue. Nothing else. THAT was a rabbit? Pretty fucking disgusting.
Now that was something I really didn't want to run into.