We'll meet again
Confused, lost, yellow. Where am I? Am I dreaming or hallucinating? Wet, peeling, buzzing. It's so empty and unchanging, god why have I not woken up yet? I need to find something, anything to anchor me. Running, desperate, searching. This is no dream: I can pinch my arm, I can feel pain, I am aware of myself. I need to calm down and take in my situation, I'm lost in some kind of office, there must be a way out, of course there is an exit. Standing, breathing, thinking. I've just gotta follow the left wall right to escape a maze right? Or maybe it's the right wall... Wandering, exploring, contemplating. An axe, a fire axe, first thing I've found in this endless bloody building. I'll bring it along, I have a hunch I may need it.
Don't know where, don't know when
White, grey, dripping. Found somewhere else, maybe a connecting building or basement. I cannot get past the desolation, nothing upon nowhere upon no-one. I call once more, my voice going hoarse, the walls reply with my own words, mocking me for my hope. Where? what? why? I smash my only possession against the already chipped concrete walls, I make no mark, I am useless.
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day
Constricted, pipes, hallways. Service tunnels? No, I give up, I can't explain this away, I've been walking for what seems like days. You never really think about how beautiful the sky is until It's gone, I would do anything just to see the horizon stretch away from me. Anything but these boundless passages. Movement, other, fear. What is that what is that what is that there's a fucking thing a person on all fours what the fuck is that. Frozen, terror, petrified. It sees me oh god it saw me, hefting my axe as it runs at me, this is my only chance. Jump, swing, connection, chopping, cutting, biting, severing, smashing, bleeding. It's dead. Whatever it was, it's no more than a pile of meat now. Sitting, staring, unmoving.
Keep smiling though
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