A deep silence reigned over the opaque darkness, sometimes interrupted by breathing chopped, or a distant sound of pipe. A breath creeping swept a moment the peaceful face of a man, before wandering into the room closed, closed on three dead bodies.
Slowly, the man became aware of the soil cold and rough against his cheek, the pain that throbbed in his temples and froze in his aching joints. The latter tried in vain to collect souvenirs consistent ... Everything seemed tangled, black ... His mind was as unfathomable as the surrounding air.
His furtive thoughts, his fears and his pain now united in this strange battlefield that had invested his skull. He hardly moved his arm to his face and slid his long fingers over his head shaved and wet. No injuries.
His head, however, seemed about to explode ... He sighed and rubbed his eyes gently.
Suddenly, a sharp squeal cut opaque haze of the room. He turned sharply to the right to scan the darkness in which he bathed. He paused and forced himself to hold his breath that went crazy already. A quick blast tossed beside him, a few meters. Someone ... or something. He concentrated a little more distinctly heard, on his left this time, another presence.
They were three in this room.
The frantic beat of his heart, spread throughout his body. Stretched to the extreme, he stayed on guard, ready to retaliate if attacked. Febrile, he still tried to make the point: if they were the aggressors, do not they have already attacked while he was lying on the floor, unconscious and vulnerable ...? A groan broke from the right, breaking the silence again.
Slowly, the man became aware of the soil cold and rough against his cheek, the pain that throbbed in his temples and froze in his aching joints. The latter tried in vain to collect souvenirs consistent ... Everything seemed tangled, black ... His mind was as unfathomable as the surrounding air.
His furtive thoughts, his fears and his pain now united in this strange battlefield that had invested his skull. He hardly moved his arm to his face and slid his long fingers over his head shaved and wet. No injuries.
His head, however, seemed about to explode ... He sighed and rubbed his eyes gently.
Suddenly, a sharp squeal cut opaque haze of the room. He turned sharply to the right to scan the darkness in which he bathed. He paused and forced himself to hold his breath that went crazy already. A quick blast tossed beside him, a few meters. Someone ... or something. He concentrated a little more distinctly heard, on his left this time, another presence.
They were three in this room.
The frantic beat of his heart, spread throughout his body. Stretched to the extreme, he stayed on guard, ready to retaliate if attacked. Febrile, he still tried to make the point: if they were the aggressors, do not they have already attacked while he was lying on the floor, unconscious and vulnerable ...? A groan broke from the right, breaking the silence again.
To be continued... (Writing in progress)
Karole McDowell 2011 - (c) Reproduction is prohibited without permission from the author.
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