Shrimp Part 2

Shrimp

Blake Rivers lays on the cold hard ground, not moving a single inch. His breathing was heavy and it seems as if he was having trouble breathing. Slowly, his eyes open and he processes being awake.

As if he was being weighed down, Blake lifts his head slowly. He moves his arms and it seemed like his limbs were sore from a workout considering unhurriedly he moved them. He placed his hands on the ground and slowly pushed himself up.

He felt sick and vomits all over the ground below him. "Fuck!" he said before spitting out whatever vomit was still in his mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He felt that his arms were going to give out, but he used whatever strength he had within them to prevent himself from falling into the vomit. "Come on, come on, come on!" he said before pushing himself onto his butt.

He proceeds to lay on his back and stare up at the dark sky. He takes a breath in and a breath out and notices that he could see it. Soon after that, he feels the cold air blow on him. His entire body shakes from it.

He felt the cold inhabit his body. Blake wraps his arms around himself in the hopes of warming himself up despite knowing that it'll do absolutely nothing. He felt the cold become more intense and as if the bones within his body were beginning to freeze and his teeth were beginning to chatter.

"I can't die..." he said. "I can't die..."

Blake moves his arms off himself and places them on the freezing ground. He slowly moves his body upward and stands on his two feet before moving forward. "Come on... I got to find shelter," he said.

He looked around and sees that he was in an alley. He walked down the alley and used the brick wall beside him for support so he wouldn't fall down and slam onto the ground below him. He just wanted to live and all of the survival instincts that the human body has been flaring up and he was moving on his own without even thinking.

Blake moved as fast as he could and was steadily picking up speed, but was reaching the limit on how fast his legs and entire body could move. "Come on, damn it," he said before finally coming out of the alley.

Due to how fast he was moving, the moment the man lost the support of the wall that was keeping him up, he falls to the ground. He was on his hands and knees and was trying to prevent himself from dropping to it.

He goes down as if he was doing a pushup, and when going up, he propels himself to his knees. "I'm not dying here!" he said now with determination.

He places one foot on the ground and kept one knee down. He places both hands on the knee that wasn't on the ground and pushes himself to stand up. Now on his feet once again, he looked around to see an empty street with large buildings made out of bricks.

He looked west, east, south, and north but everything looks dead. There was nothing in sight and his eyesight was cut off thanks to a thick frost mist. "What do I do?" he questioned himself.

"Do you need some help?" asked a male voice.

Blake was filled with joy. Another human being. Not only that, this human was asking if he needed help. He could escape this 9th circle. "Finally..." Blake thought. "Fin...ally..."

Blake turned to see a humanoid shrimp. Blake didn't move and it looked as if the cold had finally overtaken him and prevented his muscles from moving. His mouth was open and it might have as well hit the ground at how wide it was.

"Do... you... need... some... help...?" asked the shrimp slowly.

"N-n-no... I'm good," he told it.

"Are you sure?" the shrimp asked him. "You look cold."

"No, not at all," he lied. "I'm 100% good!"

The shrimp took a single step closer towards Y/N. "You're lying," the shrimp said with a hint of anger in its voice. Blake goes in and pushes the shrimp to the ground. "YOU DICK!!!"

"FUCK YOU!!!" Blake shouted as he ran away into the frosty mist.

The shrimp got up and began to chase after Blake who had already entered the mist. "Gotta survive, gotta survive, gotta survive!" Blake told himself as he ran aimlessly.

"I will get you!!!!" the shrimp shouted.

"How? How did this all start?" Blake asked. "All I fucking did was go and eat some fucking shrimp at a restaurant and lost my entire damn family and now I have to deal with this shit?!"

Blake ran aimlessly and thought about his entire life. Everything up to the point of the shrimp made sense. But nothing made the shrimp attack make sense. All that he could connect to it was when he ate all of that shrimp but other than that, there were no connections.

"I got to escape this," he told himself. "I GOT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN!!!"

"YOU'RE WITH US NOW!!!!!" the shrimp told him from beyond the mist.

Blake ran and his legs began to feel numb but he kept going. He was attacked once and woke up in a random area. He didn't know if that would happen again and didn't want to find out. As far as he was concerned, he had one life and shouldn't test if he had anymore.

"Come on, come on, come on!" he thought as he ran faster than he ever had before.

He started to see through the mist and thought that he had escaped it but slammed into something. He falls backward and lands on his butt. He looks up and sees no mist but a row of humanoid shrimp.

"N-no..." he said.

"Blake Rivers," said a single shrimp.

A hand from behind grabs him and lifts the man to his feet. "You should have let me help you," the shrimp of the mist told him.

"Please, please just let me go," he said to the shrimp.

The row of shrimp look at him and all together say "Blake Rivers."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Blake asked them.

"Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers..." they repeatedly said.

"PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, LET ME GO!!!!" Blake shouted.

They all got closer to Blake and put their hands all over him and force the man to the ground. "Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers... Blake Rivers..." they kept saying.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed.

All Blake saw after that was darkness. Never ensign darkness. The shrimp had won again and he didn't know what to do. Darkness surrounded him and from it, a phase was whispered.

"Test."

Word Count: 1246

Author: Shrimp.