In the center of a large and fleshy chamber a man stood on the outskirts of a large crowd of people. He watched curiously as a pile of flesh slowly consumed a row of people tied up and held to the ground. The creature fascinated him more than it terrified him. In all his years…
John stared numbly at the spot Nilly had disappeared. The crowd buzzed with whispers and murmurs over what had transpired and a few sobbed in fright. After a few moments John felt the arms and hands slowly release him. “Are you alright John?” He ignored Atim and continued staring at the opening. Dark thoughts entered…
The pain in John’s head was almost unbearable as he slowly came to. He found himself kneeling in the water with two people holding him upright. It baffled him when he realized his shirt was missing, but when he couldn’t move his hands behind his back he realized where it had gone. Looking around groggily…
Salem coughed violently into her fist for several moments before gasping for air. She sipped from a water cup by the bedside table and closed her eyes as she forced it down. “You ok?” Cracking an eye open she gave him a small smile. “About the same as I was ten seconds ago when you…
“John! It is good to see you my friend.” John smiled at the heartfelt greeting from Atim. He was also pleased to see the man had the good sense to avoid giving him a hug or handshake, something he hoped the woman still clinging to his arm would clue into. “And who is this,” there…
John came to in a dark fleshy room like the one he woke up in. The water was gone and he was seemingly alone. Then he heard someone’s muffled breathing, as if they were trying to stay quiet. “Is someone there?” The lack of a response was concerning and he backed up to the wall…
John’s heart beat wildly in his chest as he stared down at the thing lying on the asphalt. Sweat dripped down his face that wasn’t coming from the hot sun. “Is it alive?” His father waved idly at his mother who was standing behind John. “It’s dead Mildred. Probably as soon as I hit it.”…
Both Nel and Sasha kept their distance as John looked around the new room they were in. It was an office space of some kind with rows of desks and filing cabinets lining the walls. Glancing down at a desk he saw a memo and he quickly scanned the meaningless document, desperately suppressing the rage…
John’s breathing was ragged as he ran down the corridor. His knee wobbled forcing him to slump against the wall. Part of him wanted to desperately rest, to just lean against that cool metal and let his body recover. Yet the thundering footfalls and snarling behind him was a warning that he could not rest.…