Chapter Four: Endless Nightmare

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The 'welcome party' is not that great, they didn't throw a big one but it's enough for me, everyone seems so...'Happy' in the place where they all have a chance of dieing.

The sun has long set, I don't know the time, nor everyone else. They just wake up by the first light and goes to sleep when the sun has set when the world of Jamaa falls to silent. "Welcome Spirit." Many people said to me during the 'welcome party', but some , the keep their heads down, shoulder closed off as they doesn't wanted to be notice, like they have a cloak of invisibility on them, quiet and dark.

"Night everyone." Before I gone inside of my tent a small girl called out, some faint voices replied, that include me.

A crawl into the white tent, crawls into the dark void, nothing there just pure darkness and small goosebumps popping up on my skin. I crawl more into the darkness, before I know it, I am now covered in darkness.

I reached the other end of the tent as I felt the ground beneath me changed, my hands are no longer traveling on a hard plastic sheet, I am now feeling a soft wool-like feeling. Seems like I have reached a blanket, something soft and flexible. I pick up the item, big enough to cover me and probably...hopefully keep myself warm for the rest of the endless night.

I move my hand around, and felt another object that is not the blanket nor the plastic ground, another blanket? Maybe a blanket that I sleep on? Probably...

Crawling into the soft blanket I have found worth within this cold world of people trying to kill all of the people, the world is so dark around me, quiet whispers slowly fading away into a quiet dimension, birds stop tweeting, bugs start singing there repetitive chant. Everything goes into a low volume, nothing more. Darkness crawl around me, nothing...Just an endless void, endless space...

...endless nightmare.  

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