Rose Blumen ~ Exogignesthai 083. Nightmare, 2

(Rose)

I’m breathing heavily, eyes wide open in the damp darkness of the bushes. I can hardly think about what is going on and what can be these dangerous things. My mind remains stuck in a terrified daze.

n or beasts, I’m not sure. I only caught glimpses of what they are. I don’t know what I ran from, but I’m dead sure as to why. My breath is now back to normal but I don’t move yet. I have a false sensation of security being hidden here. I only hear the rain and the wind up there. It feels normal.

I wait another minute. But I still feel scared, almost hopeless.

I slowly try to stand up. The sights of day are still so thin on the horizon. Another survivor is about to run just past . But he suddenly stops, caught by sothing. I hear him scream in terror and blood suddenly filling his throat. The body holding him is putting him down.

That shape is a few steps from in the shadow. It’s so close to , and all I can do is shake uncontrollably, before it does the sa thing to .

I’m losing hope as I see it turning towards . I’m too scared to turn around. It’s about to jump at .

There is this half second when my heart seems to stop.

My mind breaks and panic. I scream, I hit it violently with my arm as I turn suddenly. I feel its fair skin, dirty with blood.

I know I don’t have a lot of strength, and even if I want to hit it again, I’d better seize the chance I still have to run away while it’s still surprised.

I run again. My legs move by themselves, I feel lighter, or rather running more nervously.

Through the forest, I don’t know where I go. I don’t know if I can make it. On left. On right. I run then toward the brighter side. The storm is maybe finally over?

I’m reaching the end of the woods on that side. A brighter light of a normal day appears at last.

A field is opening the scenery in front of . I see rails not far ahead. I’m struck as I realise I might have co around toward that side were the grueso things happened. I take a swift decision, and decide to follow the rails as the way looks clear ahead.

I trip over a body. It reacts, in pain. It has tallic pieces of the train stuck all over. He doesn’t look human anymore. I can’t manage to empathise and don’t stop, I’m too scared for my own life.

I run at a softer pace while I reach the tracks to keep my stamina a bit. It’s not raining anymore I just realise. I climb the small mound and reach the shining tracks. I don’t look back just yet, and begin to run alongside toward the greener side, away from the stormy weather and away from the cursed train.

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I’ve ran only a few minutes but I’m already exhausted. When I look back I see nothing pursuing , but I hear them run too when I look around. I hear them inside my head.

I’m running in that open field along the rails. I manage to think logically for a few seconds.

Where should I go? The open fields and hills around look mostly empty, or haunted. The closest buildings I can see are kilotres away. I see horses in the distance, escaping the area.

Behind are the woods I’m scarred of now and the train shrouded with pain. It slls too much of death behind , its nauseating. I see no escape...

I can’t make it. I can’t breathe and keep running along the tracks. The rails turn slightly toward the left, and slowly I discover that the small mound I’ve ran on top off is a small hill. I see a path and a small stream further on that side.

I see soone who noticed and runs away imdiately. Other people are following. They seem alright.

I know I’m being followed and likely bringing death to them, but I go after them.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. As long as they run before I’ll at least know I’m not going straight into a death trap.

The day light finally gets normal as I run down that muddy hill. Maybe the madness ends here, but like them I’m not taking any chances.

I jump over the small stream of water. I slip and fall miserably deep into the mud. I can’t stand up right away, my legs shaking.

I rub my eyes and look behind with worries. I still see nothing right behind . But things move, and scream, in the woods behind.

I stand up, shivering.

I climb the muddy grass and reach the path. I still see nothing dangerous around and look around carefully. I hear the wind, and feel its coldness against my damp muddy clothes, pressing against my skin and freezing as if we were in winter.

I wait, trying to think while nothing is running at . I look carefully, and nothing seems to be coming after . Maybe I’m safe for now? I don’t feel safe... The clouds are being carried away at last over , so there’s more normal light now.

I turn back, and follow the path the others took, leading into now lighter woods I couldn’t see behind the short hill. I’m walking as fast as I can but I’m unable to run anymore. My lungs are too painful and so is my head.

I’m walking through a forest path that would be charming in different circumstances. All my limbs hurt and feel cold right now.

After a few minutes I co out of these short woods.

Another opening to the fields of this county, but mostly a farm house just there, hidden from sight before. I hear horses being scared behind one of the smaller buildings of this domain.

My instinct also tells that there is sothing else around here. I don’t know whether I saw, heard or slled it, but I know there is sothing wrong here.

I recall I was following other survivors, whom I can’t see around anymore.

After looking around the house for a few seconds while catching my breath, I spot them.

From behind the windows, I see so of them as they look at with worry. They hide from my sight.

I hear noises from inside as I go to the front door to take shelter like them.

The door is locked. The windows on ground floor are barred as well I begin to notice.

I’m walking to the other side of the building, beginning to panic.

I knock at the kitchen door. I call as kindly as I can for assistance. No one replies.

I’m sweating in fear. I’m convinced that the murderer is coming this way and that I have very little ti.

I hear voices arguing inside the house. I can guess what cos as final decision.

I won’t be allowed inside.

I’m alone.

I’m panicking again. The sky is dark and grey again, vibrating. I can hear sounds of wild animals in the distance, coming closer slowly.

I wipe my face from the mud. I have to decide.

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