Horizon (traitor) //ateez ff

atmosphere

The whole crew was in fear as they never expected a calm ride to turn into another wicked plot by those people who set them in.

Right before them? Knives and not enjoyment?

One by one, they shook their bodies out of the cart but there was no use.

Hands searched for a seatbelt or anything that prevents them to get away from the main point of landing of the daggers, yet, again, there was nothing existing.

Like a piece of wood on top of another, nailed, pressed, and added with so much adhesive that it could never be budged on, they can't get off.

More lungs were about to burst with the emptiness of air.

Attacked by anxiety because there are utterly zero chances of surviving.

A little wang-wang and red blinker on top of their heads, it is an emergency for the crew.

Their whole body is on red alert. Panic mode? That's true.

But because they are busy holding their necks and kicking the cart, the same distracted minds were shocked when they were given the freedom to what?

To breathe.

The coaster went up to its climax and exposed them to the surface with afternoon sun and flying seagulls.

Lucky.

If they didn't get any air, their clueless minds can't think of when will be the next time.

One thing is for sure, prayers are the only thing they are accompanied.

None of them can obviously talk from coughing out the little bits of the sea. Nor could they check each other's condition when their eyes are blinded by the sun.

Fazed by the situation, they just expected more of the unexpected.

With just almost 10 seconds of break, the carts dived through the seas once again. However, the atmosphere changed to something 

darker.

There were no raging daggers shooting them from above. Only more ruins, wooden planks, shattered bricks, and many more lifeless forms.

As they pan their visions in different directions, they couldn't brush off the uneasy feeling building up in their stomachs. The feeling that it doesn't really hurt, but there's a need to remove it right away before it gets suffocating.

However... as they continue to scan the scene with calculating eyes, something from these sentences justifies its meaning more.

Lifeless forms.

Pale bodies appear before them, sinking so peacefully, a sight so eerily.

But preceding the action that their brains would send signals to the body to shiver from the event, disgusting green spots appear and sooner deepens on the skin of those corpses, slowly revealing organs and bones every person possesses.

Are they... decomposing?

Hongjoong couldn't help but shake the picture away from his vision with that conclusion slash question in his mind. 

It was a ghastly show to conclude.

And due to the situation, none of them dared to stare at any member of the crew as they felt like an illusion expands their tangled thoughts, imagining the same green spots to appear on the body parts of everyone, a more putrid painting with fear as its color.

It actually made them wonder. Is that the seemingly sneak peek to what will be their ending after this clowning of clowns?

Just corpse, floating or sinking, pale and decomposing.