Out of all my nineteen years of living not once did I think that I'd actually be in an apocalypse, like this is something that you see in movies or read about in books.
I'd only lived in Korea for nine months, and in this apartment for three weeks now. Oh how plans work out for me, I knew that I shouldn't have moved into this apartment complex.
Peering out of the window and into the hazy sky, being caused by the smoke of the destroyed buildings in the city, and quickly looking down at the terrifying monsters that were roaming around the front of the complex. There wasn't a single thing in my mind as the scenery had wiped my thoughts clear from my brain like they'd never existed there in the first place. Moving my hair out of my face I close the window turning to my almost empty apartment.
Eyes darting around the almost void room trying to find something to calm me down as my internal panic starts to set in. I could feel my hands shake as every thought that was in my mind reappears. Taking a shaky breath I close my eyes and think of the better days before this, calming me down as every good memory flashes through my brain. Opening my eyes I suddenly remember the announcement that was heard on the loud speaker a couple days ago asking everyone to come down to the first floor as it would be safer to have everyone there together. Of course me being the stubborn person that I am I stayed in my apartment believing that I could survive here on my own, but I'm now having second thoughts.
I need to make my way to the first floor, It'd be much safer there.
No you don't, you can survive here on your own. You don't need their help, You've never needed their help. They'll cast you aside because they think you're weird, o-or they'll eat you when the food runs out.
I shake my head trying to clear up the inner battle going on in my mind, common sense vs. anxiety. If there's one thing that my brain is good at it's arguing with itself to figure out an overall decision, but at least in the end there's a decision made. I didn't notice that my body had taken me into my bedroom ultimately deciding that we were tired. Letting out a tense sigh I sit on the bed for a second before laying down and closing my eyes, the decision will be made in the morning.
Allllll righttttt. The first chapter is done, It's a little short but hopefully the other chapters won't be. How was it? If you want to give me any feedback you know where to put it. Have a good night/ Morning :).
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Lucid Dreams
Horror"It feels like a lucid dream that I can't control no matter how hard I try." Started: June 27, 2021 I don't own any characters or story plots belonging to the creator/s of Sweet Home.