Beatles Horror Stories

Curse of the Red Sky (Part 1)

So, this is going to have three parts, and they are all going to be from a different character's perspective. 

Just to avoid confusion, this is from John's perspective.

Part 2 will be from Paul's perspective.

And part 3 will be from George's perspective.

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It is silent.

It has been for quite some time now.

For how long, I can't even begin to comprehend.

As I scan my gaze across the dark room, I can faintly make out their shapes in the darkness.

This underground facility has been our closest thing to home ever since it began.

Ever since the sky turned red...

We haven't seen the outside world for months...

Maybe years...

I don't know.

Nor do I know who owned this bunker before us, but, I am thankful that it still has all the supplies we need to last for a while yet.

For the three of us to last...

A sign of movement in the darkness makes me snap my eyes to the now standing shape in the corner.

Paul doesn't speak.

There's no reason for him to speak.

George doesn't either, and continues to sit.

After what seems like an eternity, Paul finally walks forward and moves past me, into a hallway that is just as dim as this room.

Going to the room with the beds, I think to myself.

I would join him, but, right now, being right next to someone is the last place I want to be.

My eyes move to the floor beneath me, studying every crack in the stone that I can make out.

Not even safe havens like these don't have power anymore, I'm sure.

Not with it raining fire outside...

I sigh.

We'll never see the outside world again, and once we run out of food and water, what will we do?

I shake my head and lean up against the cold wall behind me, momentarily forgetting that I'm not alone in this empty room.

The only thing that makes me even close to happy these days is the thought that there's only three of us here.

God knows what she did to Ringo...

Whatever she was..

We should have listened to him when he told us...

No.

I am not going to travel down that same road of thoughts again.

It's pointless, just as pointless as everything else is now.

I clear my throat and look up, and I am not surprised to see that George's silhouette hasn't moved very much.

For a while, I stare at him, wondering if he is staring back at me.

Time has lost all meaning to us.

So has trying to communicate with each other.

After all, how could we ever forgive ourselves for...

I shake my head.

Even after all that has happened, I refuse to think too much about it.

But, it's not like I can't just blame them for what happened.

We all had an equal part in it, and I suppose that it is harder for Paul and George to admit it.

I even had trouble admitting it to myself for the longest time...

Claiming responsibility for bringing on a hell-like apocalypse upon the world is something that I'm sure anyone would refuse to do.

But, in the end, I guess that you always have to deal with the consequences of your actions, no matter how small or big.

And that is why I won't be afraid if we're found.

Ringo wouldn't even be himself anymore, if we ever see him again.

She has powers beyond this world, and it will only be a matter of time till she comes in her new suit.

Part of me wonders if Ringo is aware of what she is doing with him, if he even can comprehend anything at all.

I know, as we all know, that she is aware of our location.

Her fire will only aid in her...

"Agh..."

It leaves my lips before I even realize it.

I let my mind roam too much again.

George doesn't react and stays as still as ever.

Was my voice always that scratchy?

"G... George?"

No reply.

I don't expect one.

"Do... D-do you ever... ever..."

I pause, trying to think about what I should say.

"E-ever have... to stop yourself from t-thinking too much?"

I wait.

I wait, and wait, and wait.

Finally, he answers.

"Yes."

His voice is just as scratchy and raw as mine, but I don't care about that.

How long has it been since we talked to each other?

"When... when d-do you think that... that s-she's going to come?"

"Today... w-whatever day it is..."

"Would you rather have her... kill us quickly?"

There is a moment of silence before he responds.

"Of course... W-why would I s-say no?"

I lower my head and close my eyes, even though there would be no difference in having them open or closed.

"B-because..."

I take in a breath.

"We... we deserve to suffer... a-after what we did..."

George is silent, and I once again wait for him to answer.

"I... I guess it's t-time I admit it to myself..."

It is nothing more than a whisper, but I hear it loud and clear.

He says nothing more, and neither do I.