Finding Us: The Apocalypse

Stranger Things

Newport Docks

"when its dark outside, thy shall shine your light" Quicksilver

This place was cold, so cold that it sent shivers through his body. Andres Gonzales was trembling terribly, he couldn't hide it he was afraid.

He tried to move but he couldn't, he was leashed onto the bed, a certain metallic bed that sent chills through the thin mattress, He examined the leashes but after pulling twice he noticed there was nothing he could do, they were too tied. After all months of stress had left him perky and as thin as a reed. He was falling deep into that deep depression, that eternal dark feeling.

Where am i, is this a nightmare, am i dreaming, am i dead?

This thoughts rushed through his mind like a flood, his panic was rising but the leashes just wouldn't give in, they were made of some Velcro something that caught hard. He then gave up dropping onto the bed like stone.

Hours passed, it wasn't too dark so he could observe the walls, the shadows of the sun set, the room smelt dank of chemicals, a hospital feeling, the gray walls and the plain ceiling, why did the ceilings have to this boring, didn't someone ever,think of decor, the hospital staff really had to have a low sense of humor, if this was really a hospital, then patients had to be bored to death just by staring at those bleak walls.

Hours and hours passed, according to his brain clock, what was time really, did time exist, over thinking was really an art and Andres Gonzales had perfected it, it was one of the few things that he was good at and it was unnecessary really.

At last they left me to die

He looked down, he had on a grey jumpsuit one that he couldn't remember wearing, but clothing that he knew too well, those jumpsuits were often worn around hospitals, throughout his life he'd been a sickly child that had spent his time in and out of hospitals, the material was rough and it was chafing his skin. He looked at his chest only to see a strip with his full name ,Andres Morales Gonzales, on it, really they even knew his full name. What conspiracy had he gotten himself into. On his feet he still had his Blue Air Jordan's, classy sneakers. Andres Gonzales had always had swag. Were the 'doctors' too lazy to remove shoes from his feet before tying him down on that damn fucked up bed. Had they shaved his hair, people had always hated his green hair, it was disgusting and non conforming to their rules. He remembered his father's reaction on seeing his dyed hair, things had really gone south from that point, his father was so mysterious there was no understanding him. Andres couldn't touch his scalp he lay spread eagled on that bed in that cold room waiting for he did not know what.

It was like those paranormal movies where unknowing innocents were tortured to insanity in dark rooms, Andres Gonzales had to do something, he had spent the last hour or so shouting, moaning, crying and throwing himself on the bed to no avail. The leashes just wouldn't give, fuck did they think he was some super powered beast to tie him up like an animal, he was so angry and hopeless.

It just didn't end, did it really, no it did not, the darkness, the despair, the cries and the shouts all day.

Andres kept slipping in and out of consciousness, and every time he woke up, it was always the same, the engulfing cold and darkness. He was like an animal, one that had lost all hope to live, just waiting for salvation to fall out of the sky, but this did not really happen.

Its unusual how we all get to enjoy horror movies, the show on someone suffering, it deeply seems to affect me though, how would one be sadist, maybe its due to the thrill, the blood rush.

On this particular day, was it even a day, could it be classified as such, it was all mashed up like some creepy mix tape. Andres was in a catatonic situation, half dead half insane. There was only too much that a human could withstand and loneliness seemed to shatter anyone to smithereens. Out there the world was cold and dark, that's all the world could really be but in here it was darker too. All Andres had to himself were his thoughts, this place was quiet, so quiet except for the his breathing and the creaks of where he lay tied up like an animal. It didn't take much to break the will of the most strong willed once subjected to certain situations, people broke like glass, everyone was fragile it was just a matter of pushing really hard to the breaking point and once there, there would be no turning back. Ever heard how PTSD was hard to treat, it was because once broken, even the strongest would only recover to the point where there are no more than a shell of their former selves.