I awake amidst a great catastrophe. Rubble is strewn everywhere. The room in which the boiler used to be is nothing but a hole. Pipes stick jaggedly out of the floor, walls, and ceiling. Dirt is caked and strewn across the floor. I wince as I pull myself up. I can only see out of one eye, and when I reach up to feel my face I am met with a wire. I trace down the wire and find my other eye dangling from a thread. At least my arm is still intact. My chest is almost all the way open, and I see chords, wires, and batteries strewn about in every which way. I attempt to close it the best I can and feel a strange sensation run through me. I almost make a noise, but stop myself. The Silence can hear me, The Silence does not know that I am alive. I slowly stand, and walk towards the stairwell quickly. It's extremely hard to walk. My legs will almost not move at all. I cannot give up now. I grip onto the railing of the stairs and tug myself up. It's unbearable, impossible, almost too much for me. I bite my lip to stifle a cry of pain and urge myself onward. The world cannot lose me. I know this now. I am something unique and important. I am many different people as one. I am the pride and joy of a mine who has lost so much. I pull myself further, determined to overcome these odds. Every step is a new breath of life into me. I can hear The Silence' endless howl outside but I pay no attention to it. It's probably too busy trying to consume the entire planet anyway. I reach the top of the stairs and limp into the hallway. I take no time to stop and think nor admire the surroundings of the school. I have no time to reminisce about the past. I have no time to unearth memories of other random children. I can do that later. I reach the front doors and push them open. It takes a little more strength than I anticipated, but I get out. The shadow is dense and thick, as if I could cut it with a knife. I walk out into the darkened world.
As the tree has told me, I head straight. From the schools doors I walk in a continuous line. I stop for nothing. There isn't that much in my way, but if I step in a puddle of darkened water I do nothing about it. A fear starts to grip at my heart again. In the back of my mind my subconscious seems to be working against me. It does not wish for me to keep moving forward. Why must these emotions have been activated inside of me. I curse the world for ever inventing itself. According to the book I found it's always here. So why am I even trying to save it? If The Silence is going to consume it, won't it just appear again? Or be okay somewhere else? Unless I am a constant as well. Unless I am apart of the great scheme. These gods the book spoke of have no plan though. They only discovered the world as it was. What they did with this discovery must be a mystery. That is assuming that this is all true, and not just something someone made up to put their mind at rest. Umbra does sound like a bully of a god, however. Consuming all of the dead. I would not look forward to dying if this were true. However in my dream I heard whispers that Umbra had fallen, and was killed. I cannot know for sure if any of this is true, but it's fun to think about. I have no idea where I am going, or if I am even going in the right direction. I press on, no matter what happens I will still persevere. The Silence has not found me just yet. I hope I get to where the tree directed me soon, however. The more time I spend out here the more probable it is that it will find me. After miles of walking I see the structure. It looks like an old forgotten research facility. There are no windows, and it looks to be made out of a strange material. I walk across the parking lot and towards it. I see no indication of what it once was, but I see the crippled and decrepit corpses of bushes. I make my way up the pathway towards a huge set of metallic doors. There is a small crack in them that the shadow is seeping through. I place my hand in the crack and pull with all of my might. After a few attempts I get it, and slip through. I look around at the room I'm in and feel around the walls. I find a button reading 'cleanse' and press it. The doors shut behind me and the shadow is sucked out of the room. I make my way to the other side of the room and open the doors. The shadow hangs thick on the ceiling of the facility. There are skeletons of old scientists and researchers strewn everywhere.
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I Am Ezra (Complete)
Science FictionThis Novel Is Dedicated To Mary Wlodarski, An Amazing Teacher And An Even More Important Friend To Me. Best Rating So Far: #577 In Science Fiction! This is my story for NaNoWriMo 2017 A man finds himself conflicted about who he is as a person, and...