Mori's March

Chapter 2

It's Cold here
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Cries of children and the screams of young women and men ring in their sensitive ears. A black room suddenly grows bright with a lightning like light before it all turns red. The red flows from a chair slowly dripping onto the clean white tiles beneath the seat. A rusty smell fills their nose as more blood flows down. The maroon river falls like a waterfall, surronding the chair and drowning everything near it. The smell of rust grows stronger as it rains from the ceiling.

Drip.

Drip.

Then everything calms for a minute with deep dark blackness entering their vision. The voices stay the same volume for quite a while. Then a bang is heard in the background. Flashes of blood and torture are lighting up in their mind. Whines and complaints could quietly be heard from the mysterious people in lab coats behind every torture session.

The images were slow at first, but quickly started to pick up in its pace. The voices all started to get louder and louder and the light was becoming too much. Until everything just stopped; all the light was sucked out of the room. A void of darkness surrounded them in a millisecond.

Nothing moved.

Everything was quiet. No images, no sound, no light; just darkness.

Then lights came back and flashed across their eyes for a quick second; it felt like hours.

Until they woke up in the building once again; all alone.

The running footsteps of the monsters outside the building are loud, scratching at their eardrums. All Omisha could do was curl up into a ball and hope they ran past the building. They were never that lucky though.

Smash!

A door was knocked down from 7 rooms away, Omisha pleaded with the gods to make them go away. The Gods weren't merciful.

" Misha, Misha, Misha. My darling little human. Come out wherever you are. We know you're here. You breathe way too loud for our ears to not pick you up. If you come out of your hiding spot, we can forgive you for making one of us blind, and give you a quick, little, death."

This voice, gods this voice was familiar, and hearing that they hurt Marie, their friend, made Omisha's heart ache. Though their thoughts lingered on their friend, they were snapped out of their head by a resounding bang!

" Where are you Misha?"

Omisha stood up at the voice, of course that voice was familiar. That was the police chief. They needed to get out of there, but the front door was not a choice. Their best option would be to search for a small hole or opening in the building. But first they had to move rooms to stay far away from the monsters near the door.

They started running toward the closest room; until they hit their leg against a desk. A small hard drive fell off in the process. It was labeled ' Important documents'. Omisha shoved it in their pocket when a large bang noise surrounded them once again.

We need to get away from here.

They opened the door they had moved to, and quietly fast walked inside. Omisha turned around, shutting the door as quietly as possible behind them. In that room was a stairway to the basement. Without thinking they ran downstairs, trying to find an escape.

Eventually they made it to a crowded, item filled room. There were broken TVs; small, smashed in cabinets; hard wood computer desks; and shattered, bullet proof glass galore. But what was really peculiar was a familiar computer sat in the corner still plugged in and working. Its light at the top blinked at them almost as if to tell them to come over.