Resistance → dark h.s.

Chapter 9

A/N: I'm so sorry. Its literally been like 2 months since I updated and I feel terrible. But the story so far has 228 reads and one vote. Which is kinda disappointing. But this chapter is gonna be long. I don't care how long it will take. I will make up lost time for you. But enjoy this chapter.

WARNING ⚠⚠
GRUESOME CONTENT IS IN THIS CHAPTER.
-----------------------------------------------------------------

His grip tightened and I whimpered. "What the fuck are you doing? Throwing my shit around like a mad man. You piece of shit your gonna get it now." He dragged me towards the hallway and tightened his grip even more, making my skin red.

He was walking straight ahead towards the iron door at the end of the hallway. The one room I've never seen. I've tried getting the keys and inspecting just a little bit of it, but always failed.

We reached the door and he threw me down and put his foot on my chest, holding me down. He grabbed the key ring and searched for the right key. He brought out an old key that was rusted over and had little details on it.

He opened the door and a god awful smell engulfed me. He pulled me up by my hair and threw me into the room. I landed on something squishy and crawled away quickly.

It was extremely dark and you couldn't see anything. I looked around hoping my eyes would adjust and show anything to indicate what that smell was.

Then suddenly, this bright light came on and burned my eyes, making them water and sting. I let my eyes adjust and I puked at the sight. My throat clenched and brought up bile and whatever food I did eat.

This was his body room. It was about the size of a normal house and was filled with dead, decaying bodies. The pile wasn't as big but it was slowly becoming filled.

I looked around the room and saw four more doors, probably leading to the others houses. I stood up and looked at my pale skin that was now crimson red.

I gagged, but I held it back. I began to walk around and I saw familiar faces. From what I could tell they were from my town. I walked closer to fresher bodies and saw an unexpecting sight.

I saw my mothers body. My eyes began to water and I fell to my knees. Her face was decaying slowly and part of her face was gone from the gunshot wound that killed her.

I was disgusted. How could I have thought that the man out there was just a lost soul who needed love and affection. Not even a lost soul is this demented. This, this was just down right satanic.

I may not believe in god and all that religious shit, but I've watched my fair share of scary movies to know satanic, and this was the definition.

They're all demented and messed up in the head if they kill people and keep their dead bodies here. Their crazed serial killers who need to be stopped. Was this a memorial of their "success"?

All I know is, this was insane. I dropped to my knees and clenched my fists. I could see black dots scatter my vision. I was heavily breathing and couldn't control anything else.

I sat there, dumbfounded and emotional. And at this moment something changed. I looked around at all the bodies and laughed. I laughed. I couldn't see anything, my vision was black and I was walking around and having complete thoughts.

I sat there, staring at nothing. I felt my body shake. I felt dizzy and light headed at this point, and I didnt know why. I was reacting in a such a negative way, and that would only lead to bad decisions.