Haze: the Story of the End of the World

Chapter 3

Now I was in bed, tired and dazed from a sleepless night. I drifted, back and forth between a dream and reality. My brain eventually gave up and just shut down. I was in a chair, a cold metal fold out chair. On the edge of a cliff. "Strange. I've never experienced this before." Remembering it was a dream, I turned my head left to right. Nothing. Up and down. Still nothing. As soon as it had happened, I was pushed off the cliff. I fell for what felt like hours, but in reality, seconds. I was about to hit the ground, and then I woke up. I felt dizzy and sat up in an instant. I turned my head. Nobody was there. I looked out the window. The window? There was never a window in my room, for the only light in my room were candles and two cheap desk lamps. Here there was one big fan and a glass window with four panes. I looked at my arm. Long elastic tubes were attached to the veins running down my arm. The tubes coiled around a stand and into an IV bag. I felt uneasy as if I was drugged, but the only thing i could see was a room, and based on observation, a hospital room. I immediately got up. I got up! My right leg, which was previously demolished, had been replaced by a shiny new robotic sort of leg. Like Robocop, but only my right leg and foot. I walked, or tried to at least. I stumbled over myself, from the feeling of three years in a wheelchair. I was curious, so I did whatever I could to get to that window. I crawled up and held my body with my arm and real leg and looked. The city was barren, only large vine-like plants had been growing on the sides of what had once been skyscrapers, but were now just mere rubble. The final product of what civilization had once been were a couple still remaining buildings and old cars in the street. I turned around to find the door creak open.