A Dying Breed

A Dying Breed: Part 4

I wake up slowly with a dizzy head. At first everything is black and it's extremely hard to open my eyes, even slightly. I slowly try to force them open, but I can only hold them for a split second before they snap back shut.

The ground that I lay on is rough and jagged. I assume I'm in some kind of prisoners room or or a cage for captives. The only thing I can hear is a painfully high pitched ringing in both ears that feels like it pierces my brain.

Suddenly, as if on a que, all of the pain rushes in on me, covering me like a blanket from hell. I grit my teeth as the white hot burning rushes through my veins, head, muscles, and spin. The only thing I can do is scratch at the ground and growl in agony at the feeling of death moving inside of me.

After what seems like forever, the pain slowly and resentfully subsides to a dull throb and ache through out my body. I try to open my eyes once again, but to know avail as I don't have the strength. I try once more with every once of energy within my being and I manage to get then slightly open. What I see is nothing. Just one, giant blur. A mix of red, grey, and black. Nothing distinct, just shapes the mesh together to create a headache. After a few seconds, however, I can no longer hold my eyes open and I let them fall shut once again.

I am still just laying on this floor, in assuming, that I woke up on. I need to get up, I need to let my blood flow even through me again. I make an attempt to push myself up off the floor, but it only ends in sharp pain and failure as I have no strength to move at all. I couldn't even get my arms slightly off the ground.

After, what I think is, a few hours the ringing in my ears fades away and I can blink now. Everything is still a blur but at least I'm not stuck in the dark anymore. I try, once again, to sit upright. I grunt in pain and grit my teeth hard but I somehow manage to sit up. At this point my I can suck air in through my nose, but the air I intake makes me emediatly regret it. All I smell is blood, death, and something else, something I can't really identify... Something, rancid.

Suddenly it hits me, the others! My friends! The only true family I've ever had!

As the adrenaline hits the pain disappears and I'm on my feet calling out for them.

"Jonathan! Alice! Bree!" I shout, but I get no response.

I start blinking my eyes rapidly. It seems to help my vision and I can see more and more as I re-hydrate my eyes. I suddenly know where that smell is coming from. All around me is cracked, destroyed, and mangled concrete soaked in blood. Bodies litter the floor and hang from chains on the ceiling. A few skeletons show that this has been here for a long time and the walls have the claw marks of panicked prisoners. I look around to see a heavy metal door with a glass window towards the top to my left and another to my right. On the far side of the room is a large, garage like door that is connected to an electric motor.

I emediatly start walking around trying to identify if I know any of these bodies. After about 30 minutes I come up with nothing. I look around and notice I'm close to the door on the left wall. I approach it hesitantly. Once I reach it I hesitantly look through the window and see two people. I recognize them, it's Alice an Bree! Their alive! I'm fold with joy for a moment before I realize what their situation is. Their stripped of everything but their underwear and they are strapped to metal chairs, it seems like. They are back to back in a relatively clean room. The floor is even and the walls white as possible.

I turn from the sight quickly and my eyes land on the other door. That must be his room. That must be Jonathan's room! I sprint over to the door as fast as I can while dodging bodies and I crash into the door. As I do, I peer inside. There he is, he's okay to, he's alive at least. He stirs, then jerks awake and stands up. I beat on the door and call his name to get his attention and he looks over at me. He rushes to the door and we talk. I tell him what I saw and that I'm ok and so are they for now. Then he says something I didn't expect.

"Try to open the door" he says commandingly. I do as he ask and try to turn down the Handel. It goes down the the door moves towards me, but it suddenly stops, it's caught ok the concrete.

Rage fills me a I start to slam the door over and over into the concrete as hard as I can. Dust fills the air and pieces and chunks of concrete go everywhere. I do this for several minutes before the door finally flies open and smashes into the wall with a resonating crash. I look up and hug Jonathan as soon as I can.

"I'm glad you're alright," I say to him as we end the embrace.

"I'm glad you are to," he says back seriously as we both quickly move back to the door across the room from where we were.

We both try the Handel but it won't budge. It's locked as tightly as it could have been.

"DAMMIT!" I yell out in frustration. John paces slowly and I wonder what's on his mind. Suddenly he grabs my shoulder and looks me in the eyes deeply.

"What do- what do we do now?!" He ask, tears in his eyes, hysterical.

I tell him the only thing I know to do, "all we can do is sit and wait to see what happens."

We both sit at the bottom of the door shoulder to shoulder. There, we wait, we wait for the hell that is sure to come.