Goodbye Sun, Hello Moon

Where am I? My head is spinning. I search my memory for clues to where I am. I remember walking down a street last night. It was late, the sun had already set. That's right, someone came up from behind me and placed a strong chemical smelling cloth over my mouth and nose. After that, I can't remember anything. I guess I blacked out. That still leaves the question unanswered. Where am I? I begin to stir, starting to rise from my current position. My heavy eyelids begin to flutter open. I start to process my surroundings. Everything was a big blur, until it came into focus. Then, I wished I had kept my eyes closed. My nose finally understood what the rancid smell of something decaying I had been smelling was. I had been lying on top of several dead, decaying bodies that were littering the room.

I practically jumped to my feet. I scrambled to the wall as fast as I could, pressing my back to it. All of my muscles were tense, and my eyes were filled with sheer terror and shock. Why were there so many bodies in such a small room? They were all deathly pale. Some had their eyes open, which were deflated and soulless. Others had their eyes closed and some had no heads at all. There was a large variety of bodies. Every race and age imaginable was intertwined in the large pile of the dead. Every race and... Oh my god. Every age. My eyes stopped on a small child whose upper body was visible from where I was. I let out a piercing scream. I couldn't help it. A child!? It was either scream or puke. I just stayed pinned against the wall as I stared at the child in horror. Though I had an uncomfortable feeling that something was missing.

I continued like this until some strange man appeared. He had come through a red door from the wall to my right. He was tall, well built, in casual clothes. He had sleek nicely kept dirty blond hair which was short but had volume. He just stared at me for a couple of seconds with his green eyes that reminded you of the vibrant green moss that grew on top of mud and trees. They were a shimmer of hope, with a glint of escape. His facial expression did not match the colour of his eyes though. He did not look amused. He had a very sullen look to him. He then grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the room. We left through the same red door he entered from. Wow, I can't believe I didn't notice it earlier.

As we left, the strange man continued to drag me through a variety of long confusing hallways. He guided me by the wrist with a stern tight grip to wherever we were going.

The walls were all a dirty off white. The kind that had dirtied with age because someone had no longer cared to clean them. It was oddly silent in the hallways. The only sound was that of our footsteps, each one echoing louder than the last. He led me through a series of twists and turns until I violently yanked my arm from his grip. Forcing us to finally stop.

I started to ask where we are, who he is, and what's going on. Until I realized, no words were coming out of my mouth. Why weren't the words coming out? I didn't think I could be any more frightened then when I was in the room full of corpses. But I was wrong. I put a hand to my throat and looked up at the back of the man's head with continuous terror in my eyes. I now had more questions than answers and it seemed like it was going to be forever until I got any. But I had a sinking feeling that the questions would just continue to accumulate before I got any answers. The man sighed heavily then turned around to face me,

"Look, I know everything seems scary. But I can't tell you anything yet. Ok? Just follow me for now and all your questions will be answered soon. Got that?" I nodded in response. "Good. Now let's get going before we get in shit." He turned back around and continued walking, knowing I would follow behind.

It took a while to get to where we were going. I was glad that, whoever he was, told me I would be getting some answers soon. It helped put my mind at ease. Even if only a little. He had seemed to have an apologetic look in his eye when he was talking to me. He brought us to a stop in front of a black door. It was the last door at the end of a long hallway.