Experiment of Madness

49-The Race for Survival-Aerra/Dag

A voice breaks through my restless dreams, demanding my attention, gently pulling me awake. "Wake up," it says, a faint sound in the recesses of my mind.

Wake up.

The memories rush in, flooding my mind. The feeling of being in the coffin, suffocating with no air, the fear rising. The image of the snake's watchful eyes, cold and unwavering, the moments before darkness claimed me.

My mind cries out, denial flooding my thoughts, fear gripping my heart. "No, no, no Dag..." the words escape me, a mix of sorrow and desperation in my shaky voice.

The terror of being trapped, the desperation to break free, they consume me. I plead, my voice a strained gasp. "Take me out! I can't breathe!Dag!" The words come out as a whispered cry, the fear of suffocation closing in around me.

My heart aches, the words slipping out as a whispered farewell. "Goodbye Dag," I mutter, my eyelids fluttering open. Light greets my eyes, breaking through the darkness.

My eyes open, and I find myself standing on a bed in a small room. The dim light illuminates the room, casting shadows in the corners. My body trembles, the remnants of the dream still clinging to me.

Panic grips me as I struggle to breathe, my breaths rapid and shallow. "I can't breathe...I can't breathe..."My mind and body are consumed by desperation. I move towards the door, my steps quick and unsteady, the need to escape driving me.

My voice is a sob, my desperation and terror in every word. "Open the door!"I cry out, my voice trembling, my plea filled with a mix of grief, anger, sadness, and fear. My chest feels like it's constricting, each breath a struggle. "I...I can't breathe." My words come out weak, the reality of the situation sinking in, the air becoming my adversary.

The door opens, and I'm met with a girl, her pink short hair catching my attention. My breaths come rapidly, my body still trembling, the after effects of my panic.

Panic grips me once more,"I...I can't breathe," I whisper, my voice filled with fear, my mind struggling to process the reality unfolding around me. The rush of air was not quite enough to calm my racing heart, and the events of the past few moments catch up, causing me to lose balance. I fall to my knees, my eyes closing, the weight of everything overwhelming me.

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Dag

I crouch beside my brother, hidden along the hollow road that edges the Torrance Forest. We're watching Philip, his figure standing as he waits for Emilia. The tension in the air is nearly tangible, and our breaths held as we observe his every move, anticipating what may come. The trees around us offer both concealment and their own hidden mysteries, the woods holding secrets and shadows that seem to mirror the uncertainty in my heart.

Fane's voice breaks the silence, his tone cautious and filled with skepticism. "I don't trust him," his eyes fixed on Philip. The tension between us is evident in the air, his doubts echoing my own uncertainty.

Gunnar echoes Fane's sentiment, his voice tinged with caution. "Me neither," he says, his words carrying the same undertone of skepticism. Our eyes remain fixed on Philip, a mixture of trepidation, suspicion, and uncertainty hanging over us in silent anticipation.

Ivarsen's words slice through the tension like a knife, his tone cold and resolute. "This may be the last chance to find that girl, and if he tries anything, I'll burn him myself."
Ivarsen's voice cuts through the tension.  "Plus, I want to see the files they have on us."

Fane's grin stretches across his face, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm. "The four horsemen are together again," he says, casting a glance in my direction.
Gunnar cuts through the tension with a question, his voice grave and full of concern. "Do you realize we can die right here?"
Ivarsen's sigh is heavy with longing, his words tinged with vulnerability. "I'd rather be with Indie right now, but family..."