The Invasion

The Invasion

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As I staggered round the room still trying to figure out where I was, and what was going on, I hear footstep approaching the room in which I was being held and "clank" went the door. Light fills the room as the door gently open, and then I take one moment to look round the room. As my eyes sweep round the room, my legs feel weak at the sight of corpses everywhere, still scanning round the room with my eyes, I see a bold figure coming towards me from the wide opened door. As the figure approached, fear fills my body and immediately I shut my eyes. I mean, you are being held up in a room full of dead people and you see a huge figure coming towards you with no escape plan... who won't be scared? With thoughts of death, the underworld, and all kind of bad stuffs running through my mind I prepare myself for the worst. I practically could see my whole life being replayed right in front of me. As I gently opened my eyes, I came face to face with my worst nightmare, an Ugwaluda...
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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