Dead!
Chapter One
I am standing in a bright room. Laser beams fly by my head as I fight for my life. I am standing over the body of my best friend, her eyes are lifeless and dull, the wound in her stomach is black and burning. She is completely motionless.
The number of dracs in the room is quickly diminishing. Originally there were around twelve; now there are four. I vaguely notice Joker taking one out before my attention is diverted by a drac coming at me. My fist connects with his face just before I shoot him right through the chest. I hear the sound of a struggle and turn towards it, eager to help.
A drac has Joker pinned against him; Rose’s dagger pressed against my friend’s throat. Before anyone can do anything, the knife cuts through Joker’s throat. Blood sprays, Joker stops struggling and falls to the ground with a loud ominous thud. I raise my gun but before I can ghost the fucker, he falls forward, almost on top of Joker, dead. It’s too late, however, to stop my finger from squeezing the trigger. The laser beam from my gun hits Rose in the chest. She falls backwards and lands on the ground, hard.
My eyes are wide as my arm lowers to my side. The sound of laughter gets my attention. The laughter that sends shivers down my spine and makes me want to run in hide, but also fills me with uncontrollable anger. I turn and see my worst nightmare, Korse, standing on the far end of the room, his gun trained on me. I can’t move; it’s as if I’m frozen in time while he can move freely. Korse’s smile is menacing as he pulls the trigger.
I wake with a start, bolting upright in my sleeping bag, clutching my chest, breathing heavily. Just a dream, just another fucked up dream that I have almost every night. I reach to my right and grab a water bottle from my bedside and take a few small sips, which does absolutely nothing to quench my thirst but at least my mouth no longer feels like cotton. I set the bottle down and rest my back against the wall, pulling my extra blanket around my shoulders. I wait for my heart rate to slow and my breathing to regulate.
These dreams had been haunting me ever since I escaped from BLI; they’re the same every night. Joker gets killed, I kill Rose, Korse kills me. Not far off from what actually happened. I wish the dreams were more lucid though, so I could change things like stopping the drac from killing Joker or Korse from shooting me. Well maybe not that.
In all honesty, I really do wish Korse had ended my life while I was still in the facility. He had the perfect opportunity to. I was defenseless; still in shock from Rose. But he didn’t and now I’m stuck here, wallowing in my guilt and sorrow.
I look up as I notice the light streaming into my room the small, mostly boarded up window, above my head. It’s morning, so I might as well get up and go about my day. I pull myself out of my sleeping bag, wiping the tears I didn’t even know I was shedding away before exiting the room, completely unaware that that would be the last time I would be sleeping that room for a long time.
The number of dracs in the room is quickly diminishing. Originally there were around twelve; now there are four. I vaguely notice Joker taking one out before my attention is diverted by a drac coming at me. My fist connects with his face just before I shoot him right through the chest. I hear the sound of a struggle and turn towards it, eager to help.
A drac has Joker pinned against him; Rose’s dagger pressed against my friend’s throat. Before anyone can do anything, the knife cuts through Joker’s throat. Blood sprays, Joker stops struggling and falls to the ground with a loud ominous thud. I raise my gun but before I can ghost the fucker, he falls forward, almost on top of Joker, dead. It’s too late, however, to stop my finger from squeezing the trigger. The laser beam from my gun hits Rose in the chest. She falls backwards and lands on the ground, hard.
My eyes are wide as my arm lowers to my side. The sound of laughter gets my attention. The laughter that sends shivers down my spine and makes me want to run in hide, but also fills me with uncontrollable anger. I turn and see my worst nightmare, Korse, standing on the far end of the room, his gun trained on me. I can’t move; it’s as if I’m frozen in time while he can move freely. Korse’s smile is menacing as he pulls the trigger.
I wake with a start, bolting upright in my sleeping bag, clutching my chest, breathing heavily. Just a dream, just another fucked up dream that I have almost every night. I reach to my right and grab a water bottle from my bedside and take a few small sips, which does absolutely nothing to quench my thirst but at least my mouth no longer feels like cotton. I set the bottle down and rest my back against the wall, pulling my extra blanket around my shoulders. I wait for my heart rate to slow and my breathing to regulate.
These dreams had been haunting me ever since I escaped from BLI; they’re the same every night. Joker gets killed, I kill Rose, Korse kills me. Not far off from what actually happened. I wish the dreams were more lucid though, so I could change things like stopping the drac from killing Joker or Korse from shooting me. Well maybe not that.
In all honesty, I really do wish Korse had ended my life while I was still in the facility. He had the perfect opportunity to. I was defenseless; still in shock from Rose. But he didn’t and now I’m stuck here, wallowing in my guilt and sorrow.
I look up as I notice the light streaming into my room the small, mostly boarded up window, above my head. It’s morning, so I might as well get up and go about my day. I pull myself out of my sleeping bag, wiping the tears I didn’t even know I was shedding away before exiting the room, completely unaware that that would be the last time I would be sleeping that room for a long time.
