How you managed to slip into the cupboard beneath your kitchen sink was astonishing. Still, you quietly opened the door, wondering if they had found their way away from your proximity. That was quickly erased when you heard the chants.
"Dzall litah teh eturudf, hakte dasor hakte dasor
Het skrat fogthe haktef, delhongisht
Vekzol, senterigtheron, zkawodsril wokyuneg
Enocem! Enocdzall, Noe!"
Those deep, guttural noises that you're sure no normal human can make. But surely, they are not humans as well. You scanned your surroundings. Three of these whatever creatures you call them are near you, but not paying attention. A sea of static kept them from noticing you trying to escape. Glancing once more, and perhaps the last time you would ever see your mother again, the tendrils throbbed a faint heartbeat covering her eyes. Blood not only stains her wrinkled face but also slowly trickles down her neck as she glances upward: toward the ceiling of what was you called home. The greatest mockery of it all? She was smiling as she mouthed the chants around her.
What was supposed to be a warm, sunny day outside was filled with an amalgamation of a symphony of voices. You can hear them despite covering your ears and trying so hard not to listen to what they are screaming about. Are those these creatures or are those screams of help? Are the sounds you're desperately avoiding cries of courage or cries for help? Your strides did not differentiate the two, as they know better that if they caught you, you'd be the same as them. Momentarily, you stop and hide behind walls when you see some of these creatures wandering towards you, screaming to the skies in glee.
A breeze.
Their heads snap to pierce their gaze through you.
The air inside you freeze, then your blood, your limbs, and then your eyes. The world stopped spinning, and yet these creatures lunge at you. Your brain tells you to run, but your legs are grounded to the world. You wonder if it is painful. If the same fate with your mother would occur to yours: brief and with a smile. You wonder what it'll feel like. You wonder if this is the end: bereft of heroic deeds and lacking courage. Unlike the man who ran away from you trying to escape, ultimately leading these creatures to you. Maybe giving in is the only choice you have left, as your body has already given up. All you did was watch until the end.
Blam! A heavy body slams into yours, knocking you away from these creatures. The shock of the warm asphalt grounds your body back to your senses as you watch him struggle to fend off these creatures.
"Fucking blinded," he exclaimed, "I didn't expect them to be here!" As he pushes one out and punches it in the face. You're still scrambling, desperately trying to cover your ears, but "Use your hands to get up and feet to run up east!" meant you could hear them, just with the unbearable headache. "Find Sam, she will help you, help us. Now, move!"
The screams grew louder. Hurriedly, you get back to your feet and run towards the nearest street where you can hide. A loud scream reverberated, unlike the monstrous mixture of the sound. You halted, and looking back you see the person that helped you, overpowered by at least a dozen of these blinded creatures. Blood trickled down his side as he chuckled to himself and said a few words to these creatures. You thought he would be following you. You thought he would be saved. Maybe he thought so too. However, his last bit of kamikaze hope shattered on his face as they started grabbing him. One by the neck, one by the face, others limb by limb. His eyes widened, whispered to himself, and cursed to the air.
"Fuck me! We're wrong!"
Was the last bit of false hope you needed before you ran for your life, towards the east, towards whoever Sam is.
