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WHAT THE!

  • pullin708
  • Aug 16
  • 1 min read

At first nothing and numb, then recognition of pain, everywhere.. fingers twitch as I push down with sore hands, luckily I manage to prop myself up against something solid, I hope it’s a wall.

My head throbs as I make a weakened attempt at a pat down, nothing apears broken, thank the maker for that. Are my eyes open? I wave a hand in front of my face..nothing. As I scan the room I do see light, faint and a distance away, where the hell am I?

Scratch slither scratch, gurgle rumble

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

I really don’t want to be here anymore, wherever here is..

the solid speared to be a wall, far from flat and smooth (not a wall then) sharp juts heart my aching back, something sharp rips into my jumpsuit.

I check my pockets and hip, my gun is missing maybe it’s on the floor. My heart jumps as my hand falls on the patterned grip of my flashlight.

Holding this life line tight to my chest I take a breath before turning it on. Click

On then off again, I swallow I must of been wrong , on again straight off tears fall as I whimper……

The flashlight hits the floor and turns on in strobe mode

With every flicker the thousand sharp teeth just get closer and closer, the stench off death fills my nostrils

I close my eyes tight, I don’t want too see this coming………………….


A high pitched sound comes to my ears




Hello!

Are you ok?


FIN

 
 
 

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