Chapter 9-Dungeons

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I regained consciousness again, as the insects bit me like they were having breakfast. Scratching at the insect bites on my skin, I sighed. I was in a dungeon, without the slightest of ideas about what happened when I was unconscious. I looked around my surroundings, only to find out that I wasn't alone in the dungeon. There were two zombies which were resting on the walls, facing each other. The dungeon stank of fresh human flesh. That was when I realized that I was laying on a pile of human flesh, all sorts of human parts. I jerked up, troubled by the horror. What was this place? One of the zombies was chewing on a hand, already cut off from its owner. I closed my eyes when the zombie started to gnaw on the flesh. It raised its head, looked at me sternly and snarled, allowing me to see its teeth which was completely stained with blood. The zombie knew it was in for a feast. I probably looked like a breakfast menu to it. I closed my eyes when it jerked towards me. I thought I was bitten, but I opened my eyes and realized that it couldn't reach me. It was chained.

"Welcome back," I heard someone from outside the dungeon say.

Anxiously, I turned around to see who spoke. It was a man who was quite tall and lanky, with a triangular face. He gave me a smile.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"They call me Raul," he replied, "but that's not important. What is, is the fact that I have captured the most wanted person in the whole of Island Komalia."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I'm going to make a whole lot money off you," he said, smirking.

I felt a pain at the back of my head. I was bleeding there.

"Where are my friends," I demanded.

"Oh," he laughed out loud, "friends? I plan on feeding them to the zombies, for interfering."

"You were abducting someone else's wife, we couldn't just let you go."

"She is my lover. I don't care if she's married or not," he said, raising his voice.

"That does not justify the fact that it was wrong."

"Shut up! You should be more concerned about your fate. There's no escaping this time."

The zombies in the cage growled again, and I trembled yet again.

He laughed and said,

"Those are my parents. They got bitten in this case, but I managed to chain them before they turned into zombies."

"So you're going to rare them?"

"I can't kill them. I believe that one day, they would become  who they were once again."

He had tears in his eyes when he spoke.

I was dying of thirst, while my lips were dry and my skin ached.

"You're thirsty?" he asked, throwing a bottle of water right next to one of the zombies.

This was some kind of punishment or something. He knew that I was too scared to get the bottle of water, especially when it was close to the zombie. I thought of giving it a shot, but the devilish grin from the zombie made me rethink.

Seconds later, Raul came with yet another captive.

"Aah!" I gasped.

It was Nathan. He was badly injured, with a deep cut on his left cheek. He was also chained, so he struggled to let loose, but to no avail.

"Happy Reunion," Raul spoke sarcastically.

"You're a bustard," Nathan yelled angrily.

"You got a bad mouth you know. A mouth that can send you to your grave."

"You don't scare me," Nathan muttered.

Raul brought out a wasp from a jar and said,

"Do you know what this is?"

We all examined the wasp for a moment, then he continued,

"This is a wasp called the tarantula hawk because it preys on tarantulas. But let's find out what happens if it stings a human."

Slowly, he placed it on Nathan's neck. Nathan struggled, but it was no use. Nathan screamed as I heard the dungeon open and Nathan was thrown in it.

Quickly, I inspected Nathan's neck, and I discovered that he had been stung.

Nathan screamed in immense pain while he tried to move his hands. He couldn't. He couldn't just move. He could do nothing but scream. Whatever that insect did to him, was paralyzing him.

"Look," Raul started, "I don't need your friend. All I need is you."

"Please don't kill him." I begged.

"Kill him? I'm not a murderer. That's why you are going to kill him," he responded, throwing a dagger. He pointed an old looking gun at me.

I can't kill my best friend. I thought.

"I'm sorry Nathan," I said, picking up the dagger, "I can't take this anymore."

With those words coming out of my mouth, I directed the dagger into my chest. What was I doing? I was fed up, and I tried to commit suicide. I had reached my breaking point, but was running away from my problems the solution?

I fell to the ground, moaning loudly, as blood sprinkled on the floor.

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