By John Page
I am awake. I’m in so much pain. Where am I? This isn’t my home. I should be home.
Let me out. Let me out. Let me out!
It is dark. I’m suffocating in here. Why do I hurt so much. There is an odd smell.
Wait, there is light. Loud sounds hurt. Glass breaks. I fall.
The ground is hard. The surface is metal. Green gas fills the air. I run without a plan.
All around are brights lights and loud sounds.
Men with guns start shooting. I run the other way.
One has trapped me against a wall. I panic. I try to push him away,
O God. I didn’t mean to do that. I killed him. There is so much blood.
Wait… what’s wrong with my hand? What did they do to me?
Before I can think more men come up. They try to fire at me so I run. I rush into a cloud of green gas.
I run for a long time. I hear the sounds of monsters in other rooms. They are killing and being killed.
I reach an intersection. Men with guns and monsters fight each other. The blood and gore makes me sick. I see men in white coats laying down on the ground.
I sneak passed them and find a tunnel. I run for a long time. I reach a light.
I enter the light. I am outside. I see my city.
Something is wrong. Why is it covered in green gas? What did they do?!
Fabulous!! Hey, John, You have the writing chops to pull off another wonderfully imaginative story. Not everyone can do that. I’m really enjoying reading your work.
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