Chapter 6: Delusion
As I wandered down this abysmal darkness, the sounds of creatures can be heard…walking…dragging…searching for a lost soul to feed on. As I walked along this road, I was following a trail of bullets on the ground, it seemed I was not the only person lost in this strange world. Along the way bodies of more dogs littered the ground, as well as some other creature that resembled a bird, their festering bodies creating a nauseating smell. As I followed the trail of death, it lead me to a building I could not tell what it is in this darkness. I ignited another flare, and then approached the double doors.
I wonder who has been here before me…couldn't be any of my friends, they had no weapons…
And then I realized something…with all these creatures around, how could they stand any chance of survival? Finding this new thought hard to swallow, I entered the doors.
Inside, it was as black as it was outside. The building reeked of death. As I walked in further, not noticing where I was going, a sound filled the room that sent a shock down my spine.. it was like a squeak sound, almost like a mouse. I looked around frantically to find the source of the noise, only to find nothing. I sat down in the nearest chair to calm myself when I saw it. It resembled a child of some sort, but it was almost transparent as it wandered aimlessly around the room, making that same sound. Suddenly, as if it heard my thoughts, it turned to me and walked to me slowly. As it approached I panicked, wondering if the little shadow was dangerous. As it drew closer, I drew out my gun, aimed carefully and fired. I closed my eyes as I pulled the trigger, and then opened them slowly to see if I hit it. I just kept walking towards me, unfazed by the shot. I fired two more shots at it, this time with my eyes open. The bullets hit dead on its head, but did nothing and passed right through. I drew my legs up off the ground and looked at it as it approached, but just then, it looked as if the little thing tripped. It fell over and disappeared, with one final squeak.
I sat there in silence, wondering if it was truly gone, and after a few minutes I came to the conclusion that it was. I rose slowly off the chair and looked around the room cautiously, to see if there were any more things. Silence filled the air and I sighed with relief. I walked to the other doors and opened them slowly, peering into the deserted hallway. I can hear faint noises echoing in the halls, so I nervously clutch the hilt of the sword and walk into the hallway, against my better judgment.
The air was heavy in this hall. My head had a dull pain in it.
Probably from the crash, I thought.
As I wandered down the hall, I spotted numerous bodies of what looked like children, except the lacked any face. I only glanced at them as I passed, not wanting to see how they died, but as I walked along, I failed to notice something approaching from in front of me. I walked right into it, and suddenly felt a searing pain come from my left leg. I looked down and saw one of those faceless children, clutched in its hand was a small knife that was half way into my leg. I screamed out of shock and pain, jumped back and drew the sword quickly. I slashed at the creature quickly, missing the first few times, then hitting it right along the side of its head. It drew back in pain, but then continued pursuing me. Fearing for my life, I quickly slashed a few more times at it, missing a lot but finally hitting it again, this time decapitating its head. Its head fell to the floor with a sickening thud and rolled a few feet away. Its body slumped onto the ground, twitched a few times then lay still. After a few minutes of checking if I was safe, I fell to the ground and clutched my leg in pain. Blood poured from the wound, and I desperately tried to patch the wound with something. After unsuccessfully trying a few more times, I stood, only to almost fall again, but I caught myself on a chair before I did. I tried standing again, leaning on the wall for support. I walked a few more steps, and opened the closest door.
I stumbled into a class room and sat down in the nearest desk, oddly the only desk that wasn't pushed up against the wall. As I calmed myself down, I glanced down at the desk, noticing it surface wasn't smooth. On the desk was many carvings, some of which that read "Drop Dead" and many other things. Wondering slightly why this desk is singled out of the rest, my mind wanders again…slowly drifting away from conciseness, against my will…my mind blacks out…