My vision was blurred and my head throbbed as if it was cracked open like a coconut. When I put my hand down so I could sit up, my hand didn't come in contact with any floor, rather it felt like the cold flesh you buy at grocery story. In a sense of horror I turned to where my hand was. I could only scream as I see my hand pushing down against the face of what once use to be a man. His eyes showed no pupils and blood dripped down from his busted nose. His front teeth gone and a leek of vermillion blood seeped down from his disjointed jaw that sagged unnaturally. My throat was dry and scratchy from the harsh scream that tore through. I retracted my hand and quickly got to my feet. Letting my gaze examine the setting, I see that I wasn't standing on a solid floor rather a pile of freshly murdered people. There were some people screaming and crying, some from the physical pain they were in, some from the emotional trauma they were currently experiencing. I looked down at myself, my newly tailored uniform was reduced to nothing more then the rags you find on homeless people. My clean demeanor had become covered in blood, grym, and other unknown body fluids that came from laying in a pile of dissected bodies. I didn't really know where I was. The only thing I knew was I was no longer able to rely on the other boy or the girl in the blue dress with white frills and a blue ribbon in her hair.
Staggering as I stepped on the lumps of unmoving flesh, my consiouse didn't seem stable and my vision was not in the best condition. I dragged my feet as I moved forward, I had the slightest hope of finding the other two. Although it was highly unlikely, I begged the heavens to give me a sliver of hope. I realized that the field of bodies was not endless. A metal fence caged us in. On the outside of the cage were the figures. By the only exit was a figure in all black, the frame of the figure gave a dominating aura. I could only guess he was the boss. In the black figure's hand was a blood stained blue ribbon. My mind turned as I gagged. The only thing escaping me was excess amount of saliva pouring out of my mouth.
"You there! What do you think your doing!" A low voice shouted in rage. Before I knew it, I felt the explosive pain of being rammed in the stomach. My body flung at the momentum of being kicked in the gut. Turning to my side, actual content from my stomach came hurtling out of my mouth as I puked on top of the deceased, with hazy eyes I looked to see who exactly was my attacker. A white figure stood from where I had once been, their body suit splattered with blood as if he had a festival with red paint.
"And what do you think your doing?" A commander tone rang in the opposite direction I was looking. I slowly turned my gaze to the other voice only to see the black figure walking towards us and away from the gate that he was once in front of. His head wasn't pointed towards the ground where I was, but rather at the figure that had just kicked me.
"Uh…" The white figure stuttered.
"Silence, who said you could speak?" The black figure spat with superiority. The white figure down casted his head, for it was impossible to see the eyes of the figures with the helmet on their head. I didn't really get how it happened, but I found that there was a rough tough at the back of my collar and suddenly I was dragged by the dominant figure. "Do you know what your job is?!" The figure that had a deathgrip at the back of my shirt roared. "Your job is to do what your fucking told! Did I order you to damage the shit!" He continued in rage while I felt him jerk me around when his anger exploded. "Now get this thing in a crate and get 'im shipped like you suppose to!" The growl that rang in the air was animalistic and by no means in any way shape or form like a civil human. I too released an animalistic sound. but more of a kicked puppy whimper escaped my throat as the black figure threw me at the figure he was yelling at. As my body practically slammed into the figure, a shrill yelp violently left me. A harsh grunt escaped the person that acted as my cushion.
I don't really get what happened next, but soon I found myself in a small metal crate only light that came in were the small breathing holes, and the only food given was a small loaf of bread. Due to the lack of light I couldn't even tell if the bread was even decently safe. The taste of the bread was something beyond me and not in a good way. After a single bite I was very reluctant to eat the rest, so I just let it sit in my lap. After sitting peacefully in the tiny box my entire world shook, well the entire box I was inside shook. Before I realized it the box was rotated to the side and I could hear the sounds of others in the same situation as me except much more vocal about the experience we all shared. There was screams about being let out or yelps of pain as their box was shifted in a discomforting position. I tried to keep silent because it seemed like silence would mean less negative attention in this utterly hopeless situation. All I could do was do as told and not stand out. I don't know why I was able to remain calm in the situation, but it might have to do with the freezing feeling in my chest and the slight dimness in the fire that was once in my eyes. Like a shattered soul turned into a stone hearted doll.
Looking back at my reaction then I can only laugh. Seven years ago when that tragedy hit my life, life continues to harass me wherever I go. There was no such thing as a savior, no such thing as God, no such thing as happiness after that. Everything only becomes a more chaotic and pitifully painful nightmare. No, I was wrong, it wasn't a nightmare: it was hell. Hell on Earth.
I don't really know how long I lived in the metal crate, the thing I do know is that I almost starved from hunger and died from dehydration. After several near death experiences I faced at the tender age of seven I totally clocked out.