Eaden Forever

Boone's Memory: The Arrival

The Arrival: Memory #1

It was dark.

I wasn't sure anymore if it was the sky, or if I was still in a crate.

I just wasn't sure.

It smelled of death, the stench of formaldehyde filled my nose.

The scent alone felt like the hair in my nose was on fire. I had to cover my nose.

Once I took a breath through my mouth, I instantly felt sick.

The odor was so thick that I could taste it.

The more I sat there, I could smell something else.

Blood.

My body ached for it, it was fresh.

I took in a breath as I tried not to think about it, but the more I breathed it in, I noticed that the blood wasn't quite right.

The owner of the blood was dead. It was coagulating.

That meant whoever that was, has been dead for a few hours.

"Man."

I felt pure panic rise in my chest.

"I'm getting sick and tired of bringing kids down here," the man sighed.

I heard a loud smack.

"Don't let them hear you say that," the other man hissed.

"Well, they ain't here now, are they?" he asked.

"No, they aren't," the other man spoke.

I stayed perfectly silent as I listened to the two men bicker.

"How many has it been now?" one asked.

"Too many," the other sighed, "I quit counting in the sixties."

I felt my heart pound, was I going to die here?

"I heard a new shipment came in today?"

"Yeah," the man said, "They stopped bringing humans over because that little freak just kept on killing them all."

Little freak?

"She is just a child," the other man stated, "She isn't allowed to go outside and talk to others, she can't control herself."

"Don't defend that monster," the man spat, "She is a devil spawn, and someone needs to put her down."

I didn't understand what they meant, but I knew what it was like to be a freak.

"How do you think the new ones will fair?" the man dropped the subject.

"Who knows," he mumbled.

"How many are there this time?"

"I heard they were expecting five or six of them."

"Seriously?" he asked, "I don't think that many even survived the trip here."

There was a loud knock on the side of the crate, "You still alive in there?"

I wasn't sure if I should answer him.

"It's dead," the man stated, "Throw the remains in the river after you burn it."

"I'm alive!" I shouted quickly.

I didn't want them to kill me.

I felt a hard thud against the crate and a hiss.

"Another kid," he hissed.