The World's Aftermath [ON MAJOR EDIT]

Chapter 13 [Eric]

He heard their strong footsteps down the hallway, their pale dead eyes and perfectly polished suits tucked in were filthy to look at, he wouldn't take a glance on them when they came passing by. Flashing bright lights blinded his eyes, he was blinking and panting from the nightmares, and every minute was wasted with his preoccupied mind. He knew for himself that he's made a terrible mistake in the first place.

Yet there were no actual lights near him, the only thing visible were the pathways in front of him. They were made for guards to look down on all the giant metal boxes. For him, it was rotting of flesh and iron floating inside his box. The electronic bars as a barrier impossible to break down. The word 'trapped' gripped his body, spreading to his bloody veins, and there was nothing he could do about it. There were no windows for him to know whether the world was still alive or not.

"Never fear, never fear," a trembling voice sucked the air out of him, he was terrified, how could he let their voices in again?

"Weee," it changes into the shifting of a spinning recorded sound, now it was so high and screechy, he had to cover his ears.

"...are heere," it continued.

Suddenly, he was covered with sweat, felt like everything could collapse. He almost gave up on finding another hole out of this. They were done messing with him, nothing disturbed him, though this wasn't over...

Distracted by the itching cold surface, he sat still like some lone, unthinkable wolf. Hunger filled his throat as he felt the cell shrinking above him in his imaginations. And hearing the shallow, whispering breathing that wasn't his.

Screech, screech, Said the scraping nails... It belonged to the prisoner next door.

There was no way of knowing whether it was day or night, he hasn't seen the bright sky ever since in this trapped place. It's only been about a day, but he must've been waiting for a miracle in what felt like weeks. The haunting noises kept him awake, along with the annoyance of invisible techs engineered above and below. Those once in a while voices were the worst to come, and he certainly didn't plan to hear another one.

Beep, beep, Murmured their robotic voices.

He had been trying to process how things been messed up only from the touch of his own hands. He felt so right, yet so selfish. One of the temptations human can't handle but do.

But, a lingering sound of hope filled his ears, tiny yet enough to make him think there was a way out of here. He wasn't about to let hunger or the mess inside his head kill him, he had a name and he's going to make sure he gets out with it still alive.

Because maybe they were right. "Never fear."

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So, what'd you all think?

Very short, I know, but it was the amount I thought was enough to bring out more in this perspective. And I promise, the next chapter will continue with Cleo and the cliffhanger!

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