HOSTILE

Chapter 14- Do I look like I care!

1 week later...

"No please don't do anything to her, NOOO" I screamed out loud as I woke up from my worst nightmare ever.

Chills ran down my body as I thought about the dream. I actually saw Roni die, in front of my own eyes as she cried for help and I did nothing but stood there just watching.

I rubbed my eyes and then it hit me, the pungent smell of rotting bodies. I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings.

I was horrified would be the understatement of the century, the house I was locked for days was now in a pile of powdered mess in front of me and there was no site of single soul around.
It looked like an earthquake or tornado had hit us.

How long was I out for?

Am I dead already?

Goosebumps ran over my body as I thought about the dream again, what if it wasn't a dream and just the reality of life.

I tried to stand up but the bricks covered me from all the side making it impossible for me to stand, let alone move.

It took me about an hour to get out of the pile. I dusted myself off when I noticed all the cuts and bruises all over my body. All seemed to have healed fine and won't leave much noticeable scar except one large cut that ran down my left side from my thighs to down below the knees.

To be honest it looked disgusting and I really didn't want to look at it so I shrugged and started walking around looking for something or rather someone. Blood or injuries never scared me and that came in handy today.

My head kept pounding like I just got hit a truck, It made my vision kinda blurry but nothing I couldn't handle at the moment.

All I saw were dead bodies of some of the people that were guarding the door or kicking and cussing at me covered in their own blood.

How the fuck am I still alive?

How could I have survived this disaster?

Did I kill all these people?

I don't think that's even remotely possible.

I searched every dead body for hours in hopes of finding her but was faced with disappointment.

I knew there were more people here, where did they all go?

Did they survive too?

My head was filled with questions of which I couldn't find answers to and that just made my headache worst.

I figured who they were a long time ago, but I was too scared to admit the truth. I couldn't bring myself to accept my fate, I still curse the day we ran into this mess.

Even thinking about them made me want to crawl into a hole and hide, things that every human like me has imagined were never just the part of our imagination but a part of reality here. It made me doubt my thought, I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams anymore.

My head was spinning with a lot of possibilities that could have happened but I couldn't pinpoint at anything specifically.