The sounds of the wind rush by.
The chill of a winter cold bites into my flesh.
The smell of decay lingers.
With a sudden jolt, I awaken from a deep sleep. Cold, hungry, thirsty. My eyes open to see that I sit in a large litten-up concrete room, next to me a shipping container lies. Upon its side, it reads "Site D-59". I look more around this cold, soulless place to see other souls, lying on the grey ground. My eyes deceive me upon that discovery for I do not know the last time I've seen a living, friendly soul. upon my wrist, a watch set, a phone with a yellow screen with words is all it appears to be. oh but let not my eyes fail and falter. the screen does show importance. my heartbeat is displayed. very, very useful.
Before more time could pass however the other unlucky, or perhaps lucky, souls start to rise. in number as I count I see 5 others. most living people in one place I have ever seen in a while, how wonderful. if I had to describe them all at once I'd say they are all oddities among others in the world of the living. to list them.
farthest away, slouched in a cold corner sat what looks like a classic lumberjack. the long, thick brown beard, a wide heavy frame, his skin a dark tan, a hard color to come by in the fading sun nowadays. his attire is simple, flannel plaid shirt, long sleeves, of course, worn dirty blue jeans, and heavy brown boots on his feet. his soul reminds me of a wild beast, a bear perhaps.
Next to the lumberjack, a child sleeps peacefully, he couldn't be older than 11. his attire is torn and broken, no shoes, a dark red jacket with more holes than a man who got hit with a P90. Though there's something upon his waist, I can not tell what it is yet. all I see is that its round and metal
Closest to me I couldn't tell if they are a man or woman, fully covered in a heavy winter coat and gas mask, cargo pants, and gloves. A green cylinder container sits on their back, it's quite large, the size of their torso, and held on by a simple leather strap. his soul gives off a strange feeling, not a normal mortal.
A lady lays on her side next to the shipping container, she was thin, tall, black hair with some brown in it. Her attire consisted of a night black hoodie and clean black jeans. A set of small knives stays on her side. Throwing knives? Has to be, they're too small to be useful in close combat.
Next to the lady, almost laying to her, a man lies. He too wears the same clothing as the lady, night black. his hair followed the black code too, being pure black like the void. His side holds a larger, fancier knife. I feel as though he and that knife share a soul, but that's a foolish thought, a knife can't have a soul.
The first to make any word is the lumberjack "ow my head" is all he said as I watch him look around the area, clear confusion sets onto his face. Gas mask rises up "huh? who are ye lot? food?" the voice that came from the mask was gruff and broken as the head tilted, looking at us all. The child sits up, drowsy, confused, and scared, all this is easy to see as a child can't hide what they feel. I stood up and shook my head with a slight smile, for it wouldn't matter if this soul was an enemy or a friend, they wouldn't do anything. They couldn't. Lady and the dark-haired man stand up, the man pulling out the fancy dagger, the lady pulling out her tiny knives, holding three in her left hand between each finger, excluding her thumb, and one in her right. They are in a position together, the guy standing in front, the girl crouched beside him, left hand ready to throw those knives and her right ready to reach up and stab someone. This isn't their first fight together, I can tell. Brother and sister? maybe. If they are two souls with the same blood that means they have a bond, which could make them a threat. "Who the hell do you think you are mask dude?" The man said as he faced the gas mask "Ya, who are you calling food?" the lady followed. Gas mask giggled gleefully, in joy. A fight seemed likely.
"Settle your asses!" the lumberjack commanded as he got up, dwarfing us all. he had to be over at least 6 feet tall. The beast of a man stands between the entwined souls and the masked soul. The young one was also pulled by the man with the soul of a beast, and pushed over to the two. now the lumberjack was facing the mask "alright ye lot calm down, we all don't know where we are I bet, so how about we first introduce ourselves, work together, figure out what's going on, then we decide if we kill each other, ok?". reluctantly it seems the two kinda stand down, keeping their weapons out but not in a combat-ready position. Mask laughs again "I see, I see! Peace might be best! Don't want to risk my queen's life! yes yes, keep the queen alive..." he laughed insanely "call me 111! that's what I've been called for years!" the crazed soul laughed again.
The black hair man sighed "why do we always work with the insane people sis?" The woman shrugged "no idea bro". The man shakes his head "guess if we're at peace now, I'm Mors, and this is my sister Tene" Liz stands up and sighs "I can introduce myself dumbass". Lumberjack smiles "good, I'm Kemono, who are you kiddo?" the little Child comes next to him, shyly, studdering "i-i'm Kilo".
Kemono looked at me, the last one of us all "and you pale guy?" in response I hold up my fingers, no fingers up, no fingers up, 2 fingers up. Mors sighed "can you not speak or something? and what's up with these stupid numbers rather than names!?" he seemed angered. "weren't you called by numbers too when we were kids-" Tene said and he looked at her "oh shut up-".
Now that's over I look around more, walking away from the other souls, ignoring Kemono whos asking where I'm going. walking around the shipping container the room continues a bit, but leads to a large opening, likely for transporting goods in and out of the place. outside it was a little foggy, it looked like a small town though, abandoned and broken down, decaying wood handing together barely. The beast soul comes behind me "what are you-" he looked to the foggy town "hey there's an exit y'all!" he yelled out to the others as they gather quickly, Kelo staying away from 111. "so" Mors began "we going out there? also whats with these yellow wrist watch things?" he holds his arm up showing that he has the same thing that I have. Actually, everyone does, though they are all just noticing. "oh~" 111 speaks up creepily "these. these. these show us things, they show when the decay is close, decay decay decay heheehe, the only thing that truly threatens my queen" he said gleefully behind his mask. Kemono walks forward "well let's go out there and see what we can find, maybe I can find an axe..." with that said we all follow, letting him lead us forward, behind him the brother and sister, then Kelo, me, then 111 in the back.
author's note
alright, I've been dead for 2 years yes. but here I am again pulling out the stupid ideas that come from my mind that should get me thrown into a mental institute. And yes I still don't care about capitalizing the first word in every sentence boohoo I'm not gonna cry about it because I don't know how to English even though it's the first and only language I know. Also, I hope y'all like what's written so far because that's one reason I write, to give y'all entertainment. I also write to get my dad off my back about me doing nothing. basically, I don't care about perfect grammar I just wanna write a story, and yes I plan to make future chapters longer than this.
also PS this Grammarly thing really helps with grammar ngl.