Rampage✔

Better than a nightmare

Blood.

Flesh.

And that stench of gore was enough for me to vomit on spot.

My stomach churned as my throat burned painfully. My gut twisted excruciatingly as the world around me darkened and lightened like a flicking bulb. One moment I was standing there and the next moment I was on the floor, pouring my gut out.

Tears prickled the corners of my eyes as my vision got hazy. It was too much for me to tolerate. I could not bear this much burden. I truly felt weak.

My mind became hollow as it secluded itself into such a state that I forgot what emotions felt like. A desperation overtook on my psyche as I struggled to  sense any kind of sentiment.

I tried to scream. I tried to cry out for help.

But nothing arose. 

As if I was trapped in a sphere, where I was searching for my own sanity.  I wanted to feel something. I wanted to reach out and realize my will. I wanted to glow with emotions. 

But the only thing that reached out to my ear was my frantic heartbeat.

There was no doubt that this was the slaughter house. True to it’s name, it was repugnant, punishing and perilous.

In front of me there were rows of organs, figures and bones. This place is like a enormous freezer, containing fleshes.

Blood painted the white walls and floors. As chunks of red epidermis were hung in the air by iron threads. The atmosphere was carnal filled with raw insanity. They assembled these body parts as if it was a butcher shop. As if people would come and buy these meat for some pennies so that they can cook it for their dinner and enjoy the moment.

Vital organs like heart, kidney, brain, bladder, intestines, and lungs were enclosed in big jars filled with liquids.

“What the hell is this place? What they had done?” I asked lowly, not believing my rough voice.

My savior sighed. “They sell the organs to the dealers. From skin to bone every single thing is  valued.”

“Valued.” I snorted. “They were valuable when the owner of those body were alive. I understand why they have chosen this place. Nobody will hear those bloodcurdling screams and pleas.”

“You are still in shock. Look how your hands are shaking. Your brain does not want to accept what your eyes are witnessing.”

“I am not here to listen to your advises. Just tell me why the hell would do something so heinous! Don’t they have heart? A family they treasure? Doesn’t the picture of their loved ones flash before them when they kill someone? Don’t they understand that the same could’ve happen with their family? Don’t they see what their doing?”

“I’m sorry.” “But you can still save those who are captured in those sell. You still have the chance.”

“Tell me what I have to do.”

“Just find the sun. It will show you the way.”

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I was walking through a dark tunnel, only a torchlight was my only source of vision. The distinct smell of sulfur was enough to make me feel more dizzy. 

Don’t touch anything. The walls and floors are drenched in poisonous acid. Try to breath as less as you can. These gas are deadly but not deadly enough to kill you at spot.

My wounds burned agonizingly as I limped forward, trying to find my way out. Tears prickled the corner of my eyes as my vision got more blurred. It was hard to focus as I trying my best to stop myself gulping the air around me.