Harsh yellow light flooded into my eyes as I opened them. The torch jerked back and forth in front of me before moving off to the side. Smiling, I got to my feet.
“Is it time to go?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’d best get a move on.” The person holding the torch
said before turning to walk down the aisle, shining the torch at more unsuspecting
sleepers. I looked around, taking in the sight of broken plastic panels and
rotting floorboards, all lit by stray sunlight barely making its way through
the cracked plywood covering the windows.
The group was small now, barely half a dozen crowded into
this one small room. They had grabbed us slowly, the rest of the world cheering
them on as we disappeared from the last of the unused ruins surrounding them. And
so, we found ourselves alone.
Now we could hear the approaching sirens, roaring in the
early morning, and we turned to look at each other before making our way down
the aisle towards the centre of the building. Water dripped slow and steady in each
corner of the room, and I felt the damp heavy in the air.
Something slammed into the door and it fell off its hinges, smashing
floorboards were it fell. We turned to face the noise just as hands reached out
to grab a hold of us. We did not resist and so they dragged us out, into the full
light of the dawning sun.
Songs whilst writing:
Vaporwave for China (full Album) - XWaves
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