Guest of the horror, please awaken and survive!
He wokes up with a gasp, nearly falling off the bed.
His head is spinning.
Where i am?
His eyes only see darknesss.
Metallic squeaks are heard all around and voices too.
A young women mutter at his left.
-What is happening?!
At his right other mans ask for light.
One yelp.
-Why i am here?!
More and more people start to speak. Everything become noisy.
With another crackling sound, he sit on the bed.
Memories elude him, only his dream stay.
So like the man in it he looks after a flash light in his pockets.
Quickly his hand find a tube and he press the button in a random direction.
The flasch light turn on without difficulty. His eyes closes themselves under the high brightness.
it stings.
-Fuck not in my eyes!
The boy who speak wrinkle his brows and his brown eyes glints, irritated by the bright assault.
Seeing this the other boy lower his arm, pointing toward the dusty floor.
Behind him, like street lamp, flash light are turned on one after another.
The lines of light fail to illuminate the whole room, but it does allow a clearer view of it.
Two rwo of beds letting a small pathway between them stand.
The beds are rudimentary with a metallic frame full of rust.
On his leg, old fabrics for sheet who scratch his skin like straw.
Slowly everybody find their lamp torch, and in total ten people can be seen.
On the wall no windows, only a clock with unmoving arrows. At the end of the pathway a wood door, with decaying paint ,broken in half.
The boy in front of him rise, he is tall more than his thin frame suggest.
-Where are we?
In a low voice he answers while he rises too.If he doesn't raise his head he can only see the nose of the other.
-I don't know. I don't remember anything.
They listen to the others who speak. What they say doesn't seem to be any different than them.
The brown eyed boy ask another question, his hand raised in his direction.
-What's your name?
He shake the offered hand but let go fast while looking the other in the eyes.
-What's your?
They keep quiet one second. Realising together than the two of them doesn't even remember their name.
Finally the brown eyed boy sniggers in front of the ridiculous situation.
-Ah, i guess, you can call me … (he seem to think about it, his left hand softly swinging his lamp torsh, the cercle of light swiping the concrete) Eyes?
He thinks about it too while looking at his surrounding. Under the white light dust is like ash flying.
-Okay. Then i guess i am Dust.
They look at each other again. There is nothing more to say.
People start to gather in front of the broken door, they can directly stride over it to go out. But the narrowness of the pathway make them all wait in line.
Dust look at the women ahead of him He notices her broad shoulders, and her big hand who keep a deadly grip on her flash light.
Before her, a old man limps. Under the light, his eyes shine with a wicked tint.
The boy tries to search in him even an once of familiarity with this place but there is nothing.He doesn't know where he is or where he should go.
For now, he decide to just go out. See the sun, and then to search if there is someone who can answer his questions.
Nobody speak now.
One after another they pass the door and see a corridor.
If they go left there is a light bulb bright enough to chase the shadows over a few meters around it. Allowing everyone to see some crude stairs going up, dug in the rock. There is traces of leaks on the wall, black trails on grey stone who stinks.
The nose of Dust wrinkle, the odor of
sewage filling his nostrils.
To the right absolute darkness, as the floor seem to sink.
People don't immediatly walk away, everybody seems quite tense.
The vicious looking old man speak first. His voice calm but cold.
-I don't know for you all but i go up.
He gives a glance at the floor going down before doing as he say.
They stare as he climbs the first stair. His left leg trailing off like dead wood.
-We should be in some sort of basement, there is no window, i think we should go up too if we want to go out…
Dust and Eyes exhange a look.
It does seem logical.
The middle-man who shared his point of view appear less sure of himself than the old man. As he wait for people to follow him.
It's difficult for Dust to see the features of the people around him because everything is so dark. Even with the flash light.
But he can see, the purple like lips of the middle-aged man, and the outline of his belly beer under his striped suit.
Im his mind, Dust has now named him : Purple Belly.
As he think more about it, he start to name the women too.
The one with big hands, broad shoulders. She has dark hair tied in a high ponytail so dark than some strands merge with the background.
Pony is her new name.
Pony, jolt forward, as though she was summoned by Dust and stride in front of Purple belly.
-Well, there we go.
They climb together.
Eyes ask for his opinion, his boyish voice sounding quite clear in his ear.
-We go up too?
Dust nod. In his head he ask himself: Did i find a little follower?
He quite likes this feeling. Anyway, it isn't like he know somebody else, better treat him with care and stay near.
if It allows him to not feel that lost over this whole situtation.
Finally, the group in its entirety climb the stairs. Behind Dusk and Eyes, two womens start a discussion.
-This place is so strange, don't you think?
Her tone is arrogant, but in a candid sort of way. Like a exhasperated princess spoiled till rotten.
Curious, Dust turn his head the more discreetly than possible.
The shadow on her face, indeed outline feature fitting for a princess but it is quite surprising, as her age doesn't fit. It is clearly a mature woman. 40 to 45 years old at most muse the boy.
So lost in his thought he is, that he nearly stumble on one stair.
Consequently, his flasch light slip on his hand. The idea of losing it, even if it is for a few seconds put pressure on his heart.
Really, He doesn't dare to think too much about his dream, but clearly the similarities between the dream and the reality…
His hand, however, doesn't let the lamp torch out of his grasp. If not it may have fallen down and he has to go back to retrieve it.
Relieved and a bit more careful, he look ahead and just inch closer to Eyes.
Just a tiny bit.
His … friend? Give him a glance, his white-blond hair are curled and lay on his forehead like a silver frame for a canvas.
His face his partially englufed by the blackness.
-Be careful !
Ah why does he feel like a child lectured by his big brother?
-If it 's a basement it isn't own of a normal house, who put so many beds in there?
Dust doesn't try to look back this time to see the other girl who answered to Princess and keep his gaze on the steps ahead.
The staircase ins't that high, soon they join the old man upstair.
His back is straight but his face look grim and his wrinkles around his lips and eyes seem more profound than before.
He keeps his lips tightly closed,staring at the Exit sign.
Dust look at the dangling light bulb still fairly bright and the wood door closed in front of it.
Fuck.
Eyes stick close, and softly say:
-I dreamed of this room…
his words drift in the stifling atmosphere like dry wind.
Suprised, Dust look at his companion:
-Me too…
Princess now next to them nearly scream:
-Wait? With the man and his key?We dreamed of the same dream? !
They all exchange a look.