His boots thudded heavily on the cement floor. As he trudged forwards, he heaved. It was punctuated by the funnelling of air through the valve of his breathing tube.
The room was pitch-black and dead silent apart from the noise coming from him.
Dust and ash floated about, casting their shadows as the strong rays of his helmet torch light shone brightly.
He scanned the room in a wide angle but found nothing. So he slowly stepped further in.
Miyureno raised his pressure gauge and took its reading. It was barely used up at all, though that seemed unusual, the man didn't think much of it.
He grabbed his communications set and clicked on it. "Miyureno to Donovan. Over."
He kept the radio set close to his face as he stood there in the darkness, waiting for a reply. His eyes darted about the room.
It felt eerie and empty.
The darkness was so hard to see through that it seemed like the room stretched infinitely in all directions. It gave him a foreboding sense of loneliness and vulnerability.
Why was he here again?
Miyureno wondered. Choosing to set aside that thought for now, he focused on the radio.
"Miyureno to Donovan. You there Donovan?"
He glanced at the interface and tapped on it. The indicator showed that the set was not receiving a signal.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance and tucked the set in his chest pocket.
"Mister?" someone said behind him.
It was odd.
It sounded like it was just a hair's length away from his neck. However, it also resonated deeply like its source was a distance away.
A cold shiver trailed down his spine.
Without much thought, his breathing hastened and his eyes widened. Sweat broke out of his pores and collected in beads that trickled down his face. He felt frightened even though he could not wrap his head as to why he was feeling that way.
It was innate; involuntary. Like something clicked in him.
He swivelled around and his light shone on the figure of a small girl.
She looked at him with a face lacking expression.
He thought she looked very familiar.
"Mister Fireman," she said, her voice echoing across the whole room.
It then dawned on him. As he voiced out this realisation, his words struggled to leave his lips.
"You... you're from the... collapse..."
The girl's expression refused to shift.
She maintained her peerless gaze at Miyureno.
"Mommy..."
"What?"
The girl didn't respond but, instead, the word 'Mommy' that came out before began to echo heavily in and around the room.
It became louder and louder. It reached a point where it pummelled painfully on Miyureno's eardrums.
He collapsed to his knees, grasping the sides of his helmet. He winced in pain as more noise began filling his ears.
"I... No...." Miyureno muttered in a shaky voice, his sanity slowly slipping.
'Mommy', 'Save', 'Dead', 'Please'.
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Nekopara: Chords To Her Heartstrings
Fanfiction(Maple x OC) Finally, a romance story on Maple! Prepare to immerse yourself in a touching and heartwarming journey as she explores the intricacies and forgotten history of her relationship with a certain someone who has recently returned to her life...
