Tears welled up in my eyes at the scene before me.l covered my mouth to force down the sobs wanting to escape.My mouth tasted awful and dry.
As desperately as l wanted to mourn for them,l couldn't.l was selfish enough to want to survive and get out of this tormented world we walked into.lt was my hidden nature after all.l could deal with consequences and hate later.
L hid inside the dark wrecked closet, barely a fit for my size.l was more than uncomfortable but I didn't have that luxury yet.Every fiber of muscle ached and pain passed through me at every chance it got...They were still so so close, wandering through the halls as they searched for the others.As they searched for me.
L was beyond spooked to move, fully aware of every breath l took,every nervous tick that passed through my body,every creaking wood and screams that dug deep into my fragile heart.lt was an in and out.
lt had been three nights listening to that.
Morning they appear humans, friendly at that.Familiar,not bloody scene in sight.They indulge in your sweet delusions,make you feel safe even warm, couldn't hurt a fly.Some people may fall for it.lts very easy especially after enduring a horrid night and you find survivers,hope.
The all too clean scene with no blood but wrecked clothes should be your first sign then comes the boarded up exits, little sunshine coming through the windows,locked steel doors.
"We've tried everything,we can't escape.."they say with all innocence and teary eyes even there's some little angel between them.You can't doubt their words even if that sixth sense is telling you otherwise.You're still human,their human, everyone is human here.
Safe and Alive.
"..We have stick together.."one of your companion says.
"...yes,we would survive this.."another encourages and in a blink of an eye,you're all companions wanting to get out of here alive.
But how?
"You know.."one of them says, catching the whole group's attention and curiosity.
"..it might be dangerous and a risky move but the doors are open at night."That immediately ignites everyone's hope even when slightly frightened.This only ticket to freedom we have.
"l don't know how or what they do but they leave it open...and if you can get out quickly, maybe you c-can survive and call someone to rescue us or something..l know it's dangerous and all,l shouldn't but this our only hope.."
At this point their breaking down in genuine tears.We immediately sympathize with them.All the doubt crushed and gone.We agree immediately, sketch a plan for a couple of days and finally when the darkness slowly creeps in..
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🔔❌ CAUTION ❌🔔
L deeply advice you to run and hide.Be quiet and still because those things aren't humans.They enjoy the hunt in cold gazes,the screams are their favorite melody, imitation is just natural for them.
(They don't know that yet but tonight they will.)
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Two acts as a distraction, interchanging and surprisingly it works.Everyone knows the role and signal at this point so everyone runs for the door, out in the open still innocently believing it was this easy.
Unbalanced number of people, screams behind our back but they continued running.
As soon as the first person reached the frame of the door,one foot out ,the axe came beautifully done their neck,a perfect cut and bloody waterfall.They immediately stopped their tracks, some frozen with fear at the scene , some going on automatic and running off somewhere, anywhere.
Slowly and unbothered,the tall dark figure comes to view, tilting their head slightly and blocking the exit.lt stands over the body and rolls the head towards our direction.Our is immediately undivided, it's dark outside you can't see them clearly but you don't have to because it's scary enough in the shadows. Tears well up as you feel their bright smile and their gaze on you.Slow creaking floors behind you.Their caving in.Happily boxing you up.
"Run, little ones.."one of them says in eerie tone.
"Please run for us.."Another one adds.
Instinctively there was nothing much to do.A grip on my wrist drags me away.l was too numb with fright to move,even when they tucked me in a wrecked closet and shakily whispered.
"Be quiet,ok? l'll come for you."They never did.
l was basically living my fourth day in that closet.l knew it was safe but I was still frightened to move even when the kind-hearted people came close.l remained silent and still.The dried blood on my cheek reminding me of the true horrors.
Hiding away. Crying.Regretting.
Would l outlast this or will it eat me away?