MarinesThePsychoticReaper
Resistance Member
[CHAPTER 1: POST MORTEM.]
(Warning story contains: Gore, topics of death, mental health.)
Welcome brother, or perhaps sister. I have no idea who will stumble upon this recording. Whoever it is, I hope you can carry my story as I have carried many of the people that I've met.
My memory before arriving to this place is quite hazy. I remember vividly sitting inside a car. Glass shards lingering in the air moving slowly like little stars. The flow of time seemed to be different back then. In that moment it felt like eons have passed.
I kept looking out of the car window into the black abyss before me, as the headlights ripped through the darkness showing the rocks bellow. Blood that was running down my forehead made it hard to focus on anything else, as it kept sticking my right eye shut. In the same brief moment, I looked to my right. A man faceless sat beside me. He kept screaming something but I could not make out anything intelligible. Eventually he patted me on my shoulder before darkness unlike what I've ever seen before overtook my vision.
And then? Dark prison swallowed me whole, endless in its design. To me it felt like an eternity. I thought to myself, that we keep worrying about the wrath of God, heaven and hell. About the devil and his worst punishments.
And yet there was nothing, it was more terrifying and punishing than whatever else religion and spiritual belief had in store for us. Time so precious, extended to infinity. Ironic it was, really. We chase all the tiny things in life, not realizing how short it all is. Just when it all ends, just when it's all beyond our grasp. Then we begin to regret certain things.
I was certain that this was all that awaited me. After all, I witnessed my own moments of death. Before my lungs started taking in air, time and time again. I've Landed on something. My senses numb, from After escaping the pitch dark prison started to wake up slowly.
My nose picked up the stench of rotting meat. I felt pain, something that my body so desperately longed to feel. A proof of existence. Taking my time I slowly opened my eyes to the unknown surrounding I found myself in.
My eyes revealed a dirty industrial storage room, filled with hooks and many tools for preparing meat. Setting my sights above, I saw a rusty vent shaft looming over my head.
I felt around underneath my still numb body, feeling around old worn clothes and wet decaying flesh underneath my fingertips. Looking down, I quickly screamed in terror. I landed on a mass grave of many cadavers, laid one on top of another. I tried to stand on my feet, before falling right onto the cold concrete floor, smashing my face against the ground In the process. That seemed to help my senses with waking up, as my hearing picked up steps from the large door in front of me. They were distant, but started drawing closer to my position. In panic, I layer myself on top of the pile, hoping that whoever comes inside doesn't find me, or at least doesn't notice my presence. I held my breath and wait.
Soon enough two men entered the room chatting with one another.
"It's good that we stayed longer, you think it's an actual new arrival this time?"
"Never can be too sure, if it is another sleeper, we'll just tell the Elder so. Now take this stick and help me out."
I kept wondering what Elder they could mean, or what sleeper in this context means. Yet I couldn't reveal myself, not yet. I didn't know their intentions.
They starting prodding the cadavers with a metal pipe, around me before one of them tapped me.
"This one looks new."
"Now that you mention it, you're righ-"
Before he could finish his sentence I ripped the pipe out of his grasp scaring the both men on the spot.
First one wore a blue beanie, welder goggles and a scarf to match the beanie. He had a tatered red shirt with a faded out logo, unrecognizable to what I knew and short cargo pants with many patches.
The other had a pair of ski goggles, a large overcoat with as much if not more patches in comparison to the cargo pants. He carried a messenger bag and the coat just barely obscured his gray jeans that bore the self made shin guards made out of scrap metal.
They immediately rose their arms, screaming almost in unison.
"We surrender and mean you no harm!"
Keeping the odds in my head I eased up a little and asked them where I was at the time.
"You're in a place where newcomers fall in. In simple terms." The one in the blue beanie said.
It didn't make sense besides the shaft that I saw earlier. Which I promptly asked about.
"Where does this shaft lead? I imagine this is the place your so called newcomers fall in."
"We don't really know, besides the fact that some wake up and the rest stays like the ones behind you. Dead. The Elder knows more. He's been here longer than us." Said the other one.
"We can take you to him, it should be safer than here. What do you say."
Weighing my options, with them I had a better chance of finding out what is going on. Still suspicious I asked them for their names.
The one in the blue beanie introduced himself as Charles riviette, the other one, was Jack Anderson. We settled down on 'River' and 'Jackie' as their nicknames. Me forgetting my own name, settled with 'Scar' for the time being. Correlating to the large scar going across my face. Which was very rare to see, according to what they said.
We gathered around our things, however little there was to take and embarked outside the room. Into the sand covered hallway leading to the exit. The sky outside, clear yet vividly orange. Revealed mountains of sand and ruined buildings all around us. With red towers looming over the horizon. I knew wherever I ended up, wasn't the earth I knew.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
(Warning story contains: Gore, topics of death, mental health.)
Welcome brother, or perhaps sister. I have no idea who will stumble upon this recording. Whoever it is, I hope you can carry my story as I have carried many of the people that I've met.
My memory before arriving to this place is quite hazy. I remember vividly sitting inside a car. Glass shards lingering in the air moving slowly like little stars. The flow of time seemed to be different back then. In that moment it felt like eons have passed.
I kept looking out of the car window into the black abyss before me, as the headlights ripped through the darkness showing the rocks bellow. Blood that was running down my forehead made it hard to focus on anything else, as it kept sticking my right eye shut. In the same brief moment, I looked to my right. A man faceless sat beside me. He kept screaming something but I could not make out anything intelligible. Eventually he patted me on my shoulder before darkness unlike what I've ever seen before overtook my vision.
And then? Dark prison swallowed me whole, endless in its design. To me it felt like an eternity. I thought to myself, that we keep worrying about the wrath of God, heaven and hell. About the devil and his worst punishments.
And yet there was nothing, it was more terrifying and punishing than whatever else religion and spiritual belief had in store for us. Time so precious, extended to infinity. Ironic it was, really. We chase all the tiny things in life, not realizing how short it all is. Just when it all ends, just when it's all beyond our grasp. Then we begin to regret certain things.
I was certain that this was all that awaited me. After all, I witnessed my own moments of death. Before my lungs started taking in air, time and time again. I've Landed on something. My senses numb, from After escaping the pitch dark prison started to wake up slowly.
My nose picked up the stench of rotting meat. I felt pain, something that my body so desperately longed to feel. A proof of existence. Taking my time I slowly opened my eyes to the unknown surrounding I found myself in.
My eyes revealed a dirty industrial storage room, filled with hooks and many tools for preparing meat. Setting my sights above, I saw a rusty vent shaft looming over my head.
I felt around underneath my still numb body, feeling around old worn clothes and wet decaying flesh underneath my fingertips. Looking down, I quickly screamed in terror. I landed on a mass grave of many cadavers, laid one on top of another. I tried to stand on my feet, before falling right onto the cold concrete floor, smashing my face against the ground In the process. That seemed to help my senses with waking up, as my hearing picked up steps from the large door in front of me. They were distant, but started drawing closer to my position. In panic, I layer myself on top of the pile, hoping that whoever comes inside doesn't find me, or at least doesn't notice my presence. I held my breath and wait.
Soon enough two men entered the room chatting with one another.
"It's good that we stayed longer, you think it's an actual new arrival this time?"
"Never can be too sure, if it is another sleeper, we'll just tell the Elder so. Now take this stick and help me out."
I kept wondering what Elder they could mean, or what sleeper in this context means. Yet I couldn't reveal myself, not yet. I didn't know their intentions.
They starting prodding the cadavers with a metal pipe, around me before one of them tapped me.
"This one looks new."
"Now that you mention it, you're righ-"
Before he could finish his sentence I ripped the pipe out of his grasp scaring the both men on the spot.
First one wore a blue beanie, welder goggles and a scarf to match the beanie. He had a tatered red shirt with a faded out logo, unrecognizable to what I knew and short cargo pants with many patches.
The other had a pair of ski goggles, a large overcoat with as much if not more patches in comparison to the cargo pants. He carried a messenger bag and the coat just barely obscured his gray jeans that bore the self made shin guards made out of scrap metal.
They immediately rose their arms, screaming almost in unison.
"We surrender and mean you no harm!"
Keeping the odds in my head I eased up a little and asked them where I was at the time.
"You're in a place where newcomers fall in. In simple terms." The one in the blue beanie said.
It didn't make sense besides the shaft that I saw earlier. Which I promptly asked about.
"Where does this shaft lead? I imagine this is the place your so called newcomers fall in."
"We don't really know, besides the fact that some wake up and the rest stays like the ones behind you. Dead. The Elder knows more. He's been here longer than us." Said the other one.
"We can take you to him, it should be safer than here. What do you say."
Weighing my options, with them I had a better chance of finding out what is going on. Still suspicious I asked them for their names.
The one in the blue beanie introduced himself as Charles riviette, the other one, was Jack Anderson. We settled down on 'River' and 'Jackie' as their nicknames. Me forgetting my own name, settled with 'Scar' for the time being. Correlating to the large scar going across my face. Which was very rare to see, according to what they said.
We gathered around our things, however little there was to take and embarked outside the room. Into the sand covered hallway leading to the exit. The sky outside, clear yet vividly orange. Revealed mountains of sand and ruined buildings all around us. With red towers looming over the horizon. I knew wherever I ended up, wasn't the earth I knew.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
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