Humanoid-Nuclear (Humanoid Trilogy #1) [ON HOLD]

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Rewrite: January 2, 2019

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Oh, that dream again... I said to myself, opening my wet eyes. Tears were running down my face, and I sobbed, wiping away the silver streaks. I didn't understand why I had that dream so much, and why it was with those strangers every time. It's odd, it seems so real...

But how could it be? I came down here with my friends, and in the dream, I'm alone...

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. My room was simple, I suppose. When you came into the room, right next to the door--on the right--would be my dresser. If you looked to your left, you would see a bed sitting in the corner of the room, and another bed on the opposite side of it in the same position. The one at the end of the room was my bed. I wasn't allowed to touch the other one, since Cameron went crazy if I even tried. Next to each bed was a nightstand, and next to my dresser was a shelf full of books and journals and a few board games to pass the time. There was a closet near the foot of my bed, full of clothes that ranged from a boy's size to a man's. In the gap between the beds was a drawing desk, covered from head to toe in papers and pencil shavings and other necessities such as my camera and its charger. I ran out of pens, markers and crayons a long time ago. I was almost out of pencils, too. A clock hung above it, ticking silently as it counted the seconds and minutes and hours away. A few toys sat on the shelves or on top of the dresser, most of them being action figures. My calender for this year was covered in streaks from my ink, and depending on how fresh they were, they were either bright red or brown. The floor and walls were made of cold, gray concrete, and for a moment, I let my mind drift back to the dream.

Before I could go any further into my thoughts, Cameron opened our door. He was crunching on an apple, and he flopped down on his bed as he read a book he had brought with him.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said plainly.

"It's our room. Why wouldn't I be here?" I combed my hair with my fingers.

"Eh, that's fair." He turned the page. "By the way, it's around two in the afternoon."

"What?!" I turned to look at the clock, my eyes growing wide. "Oh, shit! Melissa's going to kill me!"

"Maybe."

"You're not helping!"

I rushed out of the room, but stopped myself as Cameron pointed to my calender and said, "You forgot something."

"Right!" I ran back into the room and pulled out a pair of scissors from one of the drawers on my drawing desk, before slicing the skin of my index finger. I watched until the ink came out, chuckling quietly to calm myself from the slight tinge of pain, then hopped up onto my bed and marked off the date on my calender. It was the twenty-first of April. After that, I sucked on my finger to stop the ink and made my bed, before running off to do my chores. The last time I forgot to do my chores, Melissa grounded me from reading, drawing, or doing basically anything other than cleaning for a week. And she made me do everyone else's chores, to boot. Which meant I had to feed the weird thing in the corner... Geez! Gives me shivers just thinking about it.

I entered the living room, which was the most spacious place in the entire bunker, yet the emptiest room out of them all. A rug was underneath a coffee table in the middle of the room. The couch faced its back to me, standing right behind the table and rug. It was a brownish red couch, and had a few stains here and there. The shelter doors were to my left, facing the center of the room. The cold, dusty steps reminded me of the dream. On either side of the doors was a shelf, one for books and the other for more board games and old cartoons. A projector sat on the coffee table, and a sheet was tied to the wall in front of the couch. The door to the laundry room was right next to the sheet, and further down that wall was the bathroom door. In the corner near the bathroom was the weird thing in the corner, watching me with its yellow goat eyes. Its fox like tail twitched, and its zebra printed scales glimmered from the light coming off of the lightsphere that hung from the ceiling. In every room, we had a lightsphere to give us warmth and light. They turned gray and only glowed a little bit at night, resembling moons as they gave off less warmth than they did in the day.