The world was spinning. Spinning so much that it was near impossible to maintain the balance beneath my own two feet. My vision swirled as could only make out vague images of a drab and ruined industrial, judging by the metal shipping containers, dock. Any step that had begun ended in a fall that consequently meant a long and lengthy process of attempting to get back to a standing posture. Not that I knew if I was even standing straight at all given the strange sense of inertia making my entire being feel as if I was placed on a boat for the sum of my entire life. Yet again resisting the urge to vomit as I made the twentieth attempt to take a proper singular step forward I found that the feeling of the ground again suddenly pealed away from me as I yet again fell.
This time I felt no sign of stopping as my body toppled over itself multiple times intermittently among the constant rolling. Not having been the easiest tumble I have had so far today I felt my side crash into what felt to be one side of concrete and the other a large metal beam. Any curse or cry of pain was halted by the abrupt fluid rushing up from my stomach. Heaving the contents of my lunch onto the floor I went to wipe my mouth after the torrent subsided. I failed a couple of time due to my coordination being off but that bothered me little.
What did bother me was that I had no clue where I was and how I even managed to get here. Where ever here was with what little could be determined by my quite literally spinning vision. I had been walking back home from one of my daily walks to relax and the next thing I felt was my very being get inverted. The next was this nauseating feeling that bordered a chronic illness in scale of what little comfort I felt in every moment from then. I have been here for maybe not even a few minutes and I had to relearn how to walk all over again like I was reverted into an infant. I felt my nose scrunch up at the thought. I was not a very orderly baby from what the stories my parents had told me. The puke was another touch of irony on top of that.
Placing my hand underneath myself I went for a halfhearted push up in order to get to a kneel. Once there it was much easier to go from as I had already learned how to drunkenly stand from my prior mishaps. Back on the sturdier platform of transport that is on my feet rather than my face down a set of stairs I decided against lifting my legs to properly walk as that did not pan out well that last 21 or so times before. Instead I made to drag my feet along the cold ground to keep my bearings where they needed to be more urgently. Firmly planted.
Sliding one foot after the other I wandered about the area to try and get my bearing on the surrounding area. For the most part the whole front end of the dock was completely gone. Looks as if it was broken off. Any other direction was not of any interest as it was all an enclosed space via chain link fencing with littered pieces of metal plates and beams as well as the few stacks of shipping containers. The only thing of not was a city not too far away from this complex as well as the stairs that would lead me down to the ground to make head way to said city.
Handily enough all the time I wasted was about enough for me to gain a sense of my balance back and make out what was more or less directly in front of me. Having taken a good note on the stairs I spotted small break in the fencing tucked against the corner of the elevated factory dock platform. Stopping just at the edge of where the rusty stairs began I took a quick look. A two stage staircase the used a platform halfway in order to save space it took up without resorting to a inferior spiral staircase. About to head down I decided otherwise as I heard a sound of metal tapping metal. A peculiar noise given the apparent lack of people around added to the fact that this tapping was extremely calculated. The same interval between each noise made was perfect.
It made me feel uneasy at the prospect of what can make that sound. In spite of that I kept staring down to the bottom of the first set stairs to get a look. Louder and more obvious than ever that this sound and whatever was making it was coming my way. Taking only a few more seconds of patience and nerve eating stress I saw what made that haunting gait.
A small metal man. Man may have been stretching the definition by quite a lot but there was not easy way to describe it without calling it a walking trashcan with arms and a spherical head on top of a very cylindrical body divided into three parallel segments of varied size. The head was entirely devoid of features with only two glowing circular slots for eyes with a depressed yellow glow. The rest of the body was just as unremarkable as the face. No features with a monotone aged metal. It's arms were relatively normal by all comparisons to the rest of the strange robotic entity. On the other hand the legs were out of place. Two large plated feet with extremely short legs like someone cut off more than half of its legs and pasted them back on haphazardly.
The stubby being shimmied across the small platform of the stairs and came to a stop towards the bottom of the respective section. After a brief respite of it not moving and remaining entirely static I saw the head swivel upwards to rest its dead gaze purely on me. In that brief moment I knew something was very wrong as my subconscious was telling me to run.
Eyes flashing red the machine explosively bounced from its place at the bottom up the stairs, hurling itself at me with great speed. Like an old spring action toy the stubby knocked into me with all of its mass sending me back a few feet and hitting the floor hard.
"AAAGH!" I screamed out as I realized my rib cage had for all intents and purposes shattered. Trying to move my arms I was only greeted by more of that same pain. With my only option left to get away being my legs I grit my teeth and bore the searing throbbing in my chest as I scooted backwards away from the small hopping menace.
"KiLl, KilL, kIll-"
It repeated that over and over as it shambled closer and closer as I budged myself back farther and farther in equal measure to its own progress. If I was just able to get up to my feet I could get away. That was what I told myself anyways. The thought soon died in my mind as I felt a textured cold feeling press upon my back. My breathing picked up in pace to an absurd rate as I quickly pieced together what I bumped up against. It was a stack of crates along the fence line. I had been so engrossed in trying to get away I forgot all about my surroundings.
"Please!" I shouted to the machine but it ignored me or maybe it was unable to understand as it lacked any real self. "I don't want to die!" I still tried to plead despite the lack of any form of acknowledgement from the small robot in this nightmare of a situation.
"KiLL, kIll,kilL-" It continued to say as it closed in on my corner.
I began to fall back to other ideas as it step by step, came for me. I looked left and then right. There had to be someone around to help me. Right? "Help!" I yelled as loud as I could manage. "Help me!" Again. "Somebody! Anybody!" I frantically searched with my eyes darting about for the slightest glimmer of assistance. "PLEASE! Someone! Help! Meeeeeeee!" I screamed for it so hard I felt my neck twinge with a flaring pain. I started to cough hard. Harder than I ever have in my entire life. Each and every one like a insult to my existing injuries as it made my chest heave with each go.
Blood began to come up in greater and greater quantities. My only conclusion was my fractured and shattered bones in my chest must have punctured my lungs. Very soon I could barely breathe as I was leaking blood from my mouth like a broken faucet.
I saw the small machine stop and then change the posture. It was going to jump again and I had nowhere to go this time. In a seamless sequence it leapt into the air once again, coming hurtling downwards to me. With all that I knew what was coming and I still could not accept it. Before it made impact the last thing I could try was one last plea for sparing my life. Whether it was due to the excess blood in my lungs and throat or even the shock from the fear – all I managed was a pitiful squeak.
-CRUNCH-
My eyes blinked open and in a visceral reaction I shot up to my feet. Panting like waking from a bad nightmare in the middle of the night I found my current setting familiar and unfamiliar. It felt so real. The pain, the fear, and the isolation that drove a helpless feeling. Barely able to comprehend what had happened I fell to the floor, throwing up on the floor. For some time I kept seated while both resisting the urge to puke again due to the sheer confusion and panic. Keeping a more level head was harder than it looked when one experiences trauma. Contrary to that I wiped my mouth of any residue and flicked my hand off to side.
Don't panic. I'm still alive. I never died.
I tell myself this but did I not really die just a few moments ago? I was walking about this very same factory front. I was just about to head down some sets of stairs to get down to ground level and make a dedicated effort to head into the city for help. I paused at that thought. Now that I am awake it seems as if I can see normally enough.
Deciding to take it slow and gather my thoughts as well as confirm or deny some raging questions I lifted myself off of my rear to get back upright. With a quick glance around it was the very same place I had memory of before dying. Even if I could consider myself legally blind at that time I recognized the shapes and forms I saw only as spinning blurs. Even going as far as being the exact distance from the ramp I recall making me take a tumble down into the pile of metal beams that was just offset at the bottom.
Taking a trip down memory lane could not possibly hurt, I surmised. Waltzing down the ramp I came to a stop dead centre of the cordoned off loading yard. In fact, being able to see more than a few feet in front, I turned my head to the cities skyline. My eyes bugged at the sight of it. At least was left of that city skyline.
The buildings lay in a terrible state. Crumbling over themselves with exposed rebar jutting out at awkward angles like they were warped from an intense heat. Many of the ruined buildings in this city also appeared to be missing entire section while others had holes of varied size and inward or outward debris. I shuddered in what could have done this type of damage on such a large scale. Aside from the ruins of civilization taking much of my attention away that was not the only attention drawing aspect of the scene pulled from a movie set.
Trees. Not just any run of the mill tree either like you would see in your local park. Large trees clinging off and on top of skyscrapers with monolithic roots that wound like a wooden serpent down and into the earth below. I could gather that this city had been abandoned by humans for quite some time if the size of the trees were anything to go by. Not just that but with the size of a tree relating to its age some of them had to be around a few hundred years old. I wracked my brain in a chain of thought. As these trees had grown to be this size in a city of all things then that would mean I was offset in time by a good portion.
This was not the type of wake up in an unfamiliar setting and wander back home with little to no problem along the way. I, more than likely, did not have a home to even go back to if this visage of a modern landscape was any clue to go by. How far was I along in the future and more importantly how did I get here? Finding my eyes shift to stare at the way down from the two linked flights of stairs I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat.
How could this have been all so similar to that dream I had? Getting forced by my morbid curiosity I started for the very same steps where I had first laid eyes on that small and squat robot. If this was all real, was that dream a premonition of a sort? Adding to that would I be able to avoid that horrible death that felt too close to be real?
Repeating what I could recall from the moment before my waking moment I halted at the very top of the stair way and listened. Sure enough after remaining at the top for a set time I began to here the perfectly offset rhythm of that haunting metallic footfall. Leaning to one side to get a better view this time I saw the very one and the same stocky robot slowly shambling up the stairs. In a nervous patience waiting for the strange machine to arrive at its destination at the bottom of my respective stairs I contemplated the possibilities of what would happen should this turn sour. More than likely needing to get out of danger via a tremendous force to the chest.
Almost having forgotten the passing of time the machine came to the end of the trail I saw prior and twisted its own head up to look at me. With a strange sense of imminent danger the hair on my neck stood as a chill ran up my spine. Then, no sooner than that chill had ended the stubby metal life form leapt as its eyes blinked to a searing red. Eyes widening and acting on pure instinct I dodged the best I could in a quick sidestep. Bouncing on the balls of my feet in anticipation of the next attack I observed the machine heave itself up from off of the floor. Upon standing back on the large plated feet it had underneath its cylindrical body I saw not even the slightest indication of a dent.
That metal that made up all or most of its body was either thick enough to withstand such a hard impact with solid concrete or was made with strange properties to take a right proper beating. Stepping back lightly from the robotic spring toy in preparation of such another attack I once again observed the eyes blink in that red hue as it pounced once again. Having the precautions already set in place of such an attack being repeated I jumped back to avoid the bobble headed freak crashing once more into the hard metal plating among the concrete.
"You're going to have to do better than that, short stuff!"
Although I was quite sure that, in my current state, with a lack of weapons I could not truly beat this thing in a straight up fight. In the face of this reality I still decided to be gaudy with a robot that wished for nothing but my own untimely demise.
As if having the ability to comprehend my thoughts to make a larger impact on my already stressed psych the sphere head of the machine began to hiss as steam vented from the gap between head and torso. Like it had a flare for the dramatic its head took on a heated red glow. Judging from the sounds and steam this was likely a literal red hot. Clenching the three fingers it had on each hand into a fist it jumped into the air with much greater force than the previous two times.
"Oh, shit!"
I yelped as the machine took about an uncharacteristic amount of grace as it flipped forwards in the air, coming barrelling down to the ground. Like being shot from a cannon it impacted the floor with a loud crash. Spewing dust up along with chunks of building material I covered my mouth and head out of reflex to the action unfolding. Not taking long for the curtain of dust to settle I gaped at the sight of it. The machine within the fervour to end my life after being insulted decided to dive with such a large amount of force that the machine lay stock still.
Summarily, the head of that very same machine was caved in with part of the head case even broken off and revealing the tender wired insides. I inched closer to take a closer look at the inner workings of the metal killing machine. I almost nearly regretted it as the smell of burning electrics in that hot brain case of its own. Gagging and nearly throwing up once again I turned my head to breathe the fresher air readily available just a moderate tilt of the head away. Taking a deep breath to try and rid myself of the smell lodged in my nostrils came to make me feel as if my nose was burning from the inside.
Flinching hard my hand shot straight up to grab and hold my nose. "Fuck that actually really burns!" Hopping around on the spot to attempt a diversion from the feeling in my nose. "Aaaaaahaaahahaaa!"
A hysterical shout emanated from my mouth in no time. Bouncing on the spot still I pulled my hand away to see drops of blood on my fingers. I tilted my head back quickly. The smell was evidently at the level to cause serious irritation to the nasal passages.
"Thank whatever the fuck I never breathed in through my mouth." My voice came out flat as I was still pinching the bridge to stem the flow of blood. Not being anything serious as of right now I did not need to risk having it worsen. "I think I need to sit down."
Following my own advice for once I pushed an I-beam out from a pile with my foot. After bearing with the loud sound of steel dragging across a concrete ground I plopped onto the the outer flat edge of the beam. Not the most cushy decision for a seat at the moment but it was better than nothing. I adjusted my seated position slightly. Hopefully.
In line with keeping my head tilted back to staunch the bloods torrent from my nose I figured that gazing at the clouds above may be a prudent past time for the next few minutes. Doing so made me notice something strange. Bright clusters with blazing trails soared above me. There was no way those were shooting stars given the size of the tail coming off of them. I scrunched my eyes to screen out the bright sun to get a better look at whatever it was in the sky above.
I was at this point that all of them, all twelve of them, suddenly changed course. The questions stopped as I knew those were most definitely not comets. Not even some seconds from that narrowing of the options a series of loud bangs rang out from overhead. Some craft that had came from outside of the atmosphere broke through. I took my hand off from my nose and placed both on either ear as I ducked my head. It was a rather unpleasant sound from this close.
Peeking back up to the space above me I was quick enough to see the group of twelve small black craft fly past the factory. Wandering where it was they were meaning to go I kept watch on what I could manage to observe from such a limited position. Barely over top the edge of the city's ruins I saw the strange aircraft appear to change shape all in time with the other as they glided down to the ground, presumably. I was unable to confirm as all twelve had ducked in behind the left over skyline.
Getting a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach I hop over the metal debris that was once my pursuer and run to the fencing at the edge of the yard. Hands grasping at the chain link I pressed myself to the fence to try and get a better look at heading to the city. Scanning about for a clear way to come to the factory there was really only one option. An overpass that was half collapsed in which created a ramp off the ground level road to the remaining structural portion.
If those were aircraft of a sort then that would mean humans were still around. I could feel my mental state lift into a hopeful positive at the thought of it. This meant that getting help was more of a reality now rather than one later. There was still the matter of waiting for the party of people in such a squadron to make their own way here given the poor state of the environment around this portion of the city.
That was even if the ones in that craft were really coming this way at all and if they were why would it be for just one person. If an entire city was to go by then the rest of the planet could very well be the in a similar state or even worse. My mood sunk back to where it had been just before. Though the thought was gruelling to my sense of survival it forced the perspective that the only one I could trust to this point was myself. In fact, the ones I think could save me may in truth wish to do harm me harm.
Truth and reality were not there to make me comfortable and a lot of the time it was easy to forget that.
Glancing back to the smoking little wreck of the suicidal robot I wondered, if this one was to be the one to indicate trend then examining it would prove useful beyond measure. Pushing off of the fence I had leaned against I turned back towards the squat corpse. Making sure to cover my mouth and nose by pulling my shirt up and over I sank down to a kneel to get a closer look.
Peering in through the new hole in the head of its exterior I found that the layout was relatively simple. From what looks to be just inside the head were some connection to the slots it used as eyes and a fairly small box like part. What the second part was used for was not able to be determined and even if it was who was to say that is functioned in a way that I was not familiar with. Sighing and scratching my head at the real lack of an informative research results I came back to my feet and kicked the head of the machine stock still on the ground.
At least I could infer some general information from looking in. These robots, if there were to be more of them, appeared to be built very simply but are also able to function at a high level. Given the display earlier with the aerial acrobatics they possessed more of an ability for combat than any other function. Even a animal as simple as a fish does not attack for no reason other than to kill. It was always for a greater purpose such as defending itself or getting food to sustain.
After a sudden urge to sneeze I went to kick the machine in the head again. A dull thunk resounded outwards at the action. Had to say that I was not a fan of these strange things in the slightest. I kicked it yet again in spite.
"Damn thing," I began. "Really do smell don't you?" Sniffle.
In a act of retribution the machine I thought to be long dead had its eyes flash on as sparks flew from the opening in its head. A hollow whirring could be heard as it tried to stand up but failed. Seeming to notice the lack of ability it had the small hand of the downed bipedal robot whipped out to grab my leg. Being so fast a movement that I barely rendered it as happening I attempted to hop back out of reach of the strike of the grab however I was just not as fast. The hand was able to get an attempt off at grabbing the hem of my pant leg and in doing so failed but was just capable of snagging me for the briefest moment.
Falling back with a yelp of surprise and fright I ignored the feeling of hitting the ground and immediately shimmied backwards on hand and foot. Though an ineffective method of moving it was enough to guarantee a safe distance from the immobile mechanical life form.
The shell which made up its exterior suddenly cracked, glowing bright from underneath. In a manner of seconds the staunch machine glowed brighter and brighter. A disturbingly familiar pit formed in my gut at what was to come. In a vain attempt to get further I pushed of the floor as hard as possible. More of a kick in execution but it none the less propelled me away from danger. In a surprisingly violent display of light and force from such a small robot half my size it exploded.
The explosion clearly left a crater in the yard of the dock. Just that was enough to show the power of such a concentrated detonation, however this was not all it left evidence of. A fair amount of shrapnel lay strewn about some even evidently stuck in the walls of nearby containers or having torn through the metal link fence.
"Is it getting..."
Unable to finish my own sentence I found my view of the world on its side. No that was not right. I was the one on their side. Canting my head to look at my chest I saw several pieces of metal sticking out from my body. A rather large one implanted in my shoulder. How did I fail to notice before? Did hat machine blow up with this outcome in mind.
"Making... -self a..." Was it ever this tiring to speak? A martyrdom robot wanting my death more than continuing their own functions.
Little left to do as moving made the metal bits inside my body feel as if they just sliced up more of my insides, I kept staring straight. Those stairs I saw in my waking dream were to be the last thing I saw. Dying is cold. Dying is lonely. This was all too much to handle.
Eyelids getting heavier as the seconds ticked on by I could still make out the way down to the road. I think I saw movement. First one, then two, and a whole group more. I could only just make out the tops of heads and what looked to be hair, near white, bobbing as they came running by my sliver of vision. The very next I was able to decipher out was the sounds of metal colliding accompanied by stressed voices. A sad smile crept about my face now. The group I had made out over head had in matter of fact come this way.
I felt a light and fuzzy feeling wash across me as my breathing began to slow and eyes squinted further closed. A shape around the size of a human head peeked up and over the top of the stairs. It was that very same white I had seen moving earlier. They must have fought their way over and up the stairs if the sounds from but a minute ago were much to go by. The shape and colour sunk back down briefly before a group of what I tell was five burst out from the stairwell. Moving in separate directions at first I felt the falls of their feet come closer to me from all sides.
"Late." Came my whisper. Naught but the leftover air still within my own body.
It started slowly.
Small flashes of light seemed to emit from inside of my own mind. Imaginary light I was able to see. It was nothing but flashes of monotone coloured noise. Soon the flashing picked up in strength as more colours emerged. Flickering in and out at strange intervals. Then as cryptic as it began it become very clear. Images of cities and people. Other images of people dead and some had fled. Like the lives of millions had just ended and I was only a spectator in their demise.
None of these images were long in effect but the amount of data they portrayed was immense. They continues to appear before me in rapid succession giving me all the information I needed but at the same time none at all. The one thing made clear to me was that many were dead. In a sudden change of pace the series of pictures switched gears and stopped. Only a vague feeling of hope lingered in this black space of my mind. One that was not my own.
Bolting upright into consciousness I spun on my heels looking around the area. The pictures that ran through my mind then were all to vivid to be normal. Resisting the urge to vomit out the non existent contents of my stomach I sauntered over to a pile of scrap metal. This all too familiar industrial factory was once again here to haunt me. Over and over again I seem to wake up here then die then awaken yet again.
Scrambling through the scrap of the industry left behind I find a heavy bar still within ability to hold reliably. If these dreams on dreams were to be repeating then I was to be greeting a guest soon should I dawdle too long in this very same place. Memory serving the trash can with legs should be making its way up the stairs now. Perhaps catching it off guard would benefit myself greatly.
A better plan than none as it was I briskly walked to the stairway with the landing in the middle. The only stairway, in fact, that made its way down to the ground and to a road away from this factory. Peering down the side of the railing I could just make out the small robot at the very base of the last step, making its way up now.
Hold.
Half way to the landing. Just a little bit longer.
Right in the middle of the landing. Go.
"Goddamn bastard!"
I yelled it at the top of my lungs to swallow my fear as I charged the small machine. Sure enough the eyes flickered to red as I came within strike range. With a swing as mighty as I could make it I brought the metal bar down to meet the side of the bots head. It skid backwards as the small legs lacked the joints to brace itself against the floor. Not wanting to give this thing any room to recover I pushed forward. I swung again, this time to hit the other side of its head.
The blow knocked the stubby bot back and slightly to the side were it bumped into the corner of the rail that lead off to the second half of the stairs down. This was where I wanted it. If I could just get it onto its back then maybe I could pry the head off with some leverage.
Eyes flashing brighter I stopped my thoughts and closed the distance yet again. If it attacked in such close quarters I would surely have nowhere to run to to avoid. To speed the process I gripped the bar the lowest I could to get the most range with the blunt object. The swing was much slower but with all the extra weight at the one end the impact was harsh. A loud clang resounded outward in my ears like an old bell and the small machine commenced a very forced dismount of the stairs.
Falling the whole distance to the earth below it landed with a large kick up of dirt, crack forming below its cylinder form. Practically bouncing down the steps to follow after the the little robot I made sure to swing down the bar in order to make sure the thing stays down. To gain the leverage I needed I simply placed myself above the head of the robot on the ground. Then just like a fence post I drove the scrap metal down to wedge itself betwixt the small gap of the head and body.
"Stay down this time!" All my weight and strength went down into the movement. I had to be sure it would not get back up. Tell tale sounds of stressed metal began to sound out as I pushed and pulled bar further down. "Bastard! Just break already!" With a curse I leapt up and land down on top of the metal rod piercing the robot. Just like a comic skit the domed head came off with a sharp snap and a pop. Mechanical pieces and wires came along like organs and veins from a human body being mutilated and oil and other fluids like blood.
The eyes flickered brilliantly as the stubby little thing was not able to continue to function. Lights fading and fading as the seconds passed then suddenly faded away. I backed away a safe distance and sat down on the nearest hood of a truck. The aforementioned truck creaking at the sudden weight it took on after who knows how long given the rust and lack of windows. A heft of my shoulders and a long sigh later I looked to the sky above in thought.
If I was stuck in some cycle why was I here in the first place? Could it really just be some sick coincidence for my being here? Even beyond that, what brought me here? I wake up to find nothing but a ruined city and myself in a old factory's complex which seemed to have these strange robots just roaming about the place. I glanced back to the wreck to make sure. Still there.
Where there was one there had to be more. I simply could not count this as a one off encounter if I was to be serious about this. In fact, I looked to the ruins once again with the severe lack of people, those very machines may very well be responsible for this mess. I scratched at my chin for an idle itch I felt.
"This really makes no sense at all."
A distant sound. What was that? It was from overhead.
Slightly shifting my still gaze I saw multiple tails of fire and heat as several familiar silhouettes entered from orbit. I was sure I had seen this once before. The objects neared closer and closer to the horizon until they all adjusted course to make way in my very own direction. Such movements were not possible for mere debris or comets. No. I was now sure I had seen this a couple of times before. They neared closer still and I grasped at my head. Why was it feeling like I was getting a headache?
At that very point I saw all twelve of these objects pass just overhead of me. They were in fact some form of manned craft. I sucked in a deep breath. My head twinged at the pain that crawled up from behind my eyelids. I shut them as the feeling grew stronger and stronger. Whispers turning to shouting then to screams.
Those Images I saw before waking up were not of others but of myself.
I get it.
I GET IT.
I. GET. IT.
It made sense now. I could never notice it with everything being so distorted. I had died before this. Not just once but again and again and again and again and again. I fell off the truck to the ground below, still gripping my head with my hands. All that information now returning to me all at once from the trigger of these mysterious craft from space. It felt like my mind was on on fire. A wildfire burning out of control behind my own eyes and nowhere for it to go. It was all so much to handle.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAhaHaaaaAAAHaHAHAhahaHAAAAA!"
It was a twisted scream of pain that intertwined a hysteric laugh. A sound that seemed impossible for a human to ever make was one that I made. A sound made possible by the singular circumstance I found myself wallowing in.
I bit down on my tongue so hard it began to bleed. It hurt but anything was better than this. I grit my teeth on either side of my tongue making it bleed heavily now. Managing to get on all fours I smacked my head into the concrete I lay on.
It hurt so much.
Slam.
It burned beyond anything I could describe.
Slam.
My head felt like it was splitting.
SLAM.
"-oo uckin' -uch..."
SLAM.
CRACK.
I went limp and crashed to the floor. I felt very warm suddenly. I watched the blood pool rapidly below my head and drip from my brow. Everything seemed so quite now. Serene. My sight degenerated quickly from the loss of blood and everything slowed drastically.
I think I heard someone scream.