The person stood beside his bed. His vision felt blurry when the person leaned closer. He clinked his eyes repeatedly to get a clear picture of the person's face in his mind.
It only got blurry, and darker until he saw nothing but pitch darkness.
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What was that weight over his body? He opened his eyes with difficulty and . . . what the hell?
Seriously? From a room painted white to a cave? Crazy.
Now, what was that smell? He dry-heaved and used his free hand to cover his nose while he tried to pull his other hand from the weight over him.
He could finally push that body away from him and he stood up. "You are still alive?" came a voice that echoed in the room.
He looked around and found the owner of the voice below. It was a good-looking boy that the brown dirt over his body did not succeed in hiding his beauty.
The boy was dressed in what his father will never use as cleaning rags for tools in his garage.
He ignored the youth as he was certain he was older and he was too overwhelmed by the weirdness he was feeling to pay the youth any attention.
"You have to die," the youth screamed.
He ignored the words of the youth and looked up and the stone ceiling. On his left was the stone wall of the cave that went way below where he stood.
Finally, he looked down at the heap of . . . he stood on.
"F**k," came a swear he could not hold back as he fell. That only made it worse as he was now lying on a heap of corpses.
You should not blame him if he began crying for his mother or had a loose bladder. He finally understood the smell that filled his nose with every intake of breath.
A dirty face made him freeze and looked at the boy below the heap. They looked so much alike. People have told him he was a carbon copy of his father but this was different.
The dead boy among the other corpses which was the only corpse with its face visible to him was the youth standing below the heap.
He felt light-headed and could not comprehend what he was beholding. It was a mass grave and he was presently kneeling on it. He lost consciousness as soon as the situation was apprehended.
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He woke up with another weight over him. He pushed the body away hurriedly and the warm sticky liquid on his body was blood.
He looked down at the body that was once on his body. Whoever killed the boy did it very brutally and most likely without a weapon.
He crawled down the heap and looked up. The heap had to be more than seven meters. A seven-meter heap of human corpses.
He heaved painfully with his hand over his stomach but nothing came out. A small hole was the only ground exit among the five holes in the cave that let in bright daylight.
I walked to the hole and began crawling through the hole while praying that he does not get stuck.
He was the most confusing being in the world. How could he move from destroyed earth to a white-washed room and then to a mass grave?
He did not even have time to wonder what happened to his family. He regretted jumping out of his house to talk to a crazy man.
A tall green canopy of trees, green grasses, birds chirping, mold on some trees, and fresh air welcomed him as soon as he crawled out of the hole.
He inhaled deeply and stretched like a cat just awaken from sleep. The sky was blue and clear. People must be living their lives when there was a heap of probably a hundred human carcasses behind him.
He sniffed downward, he still smelt like the corpses in there. He wanted to cry.
He did not have the chance to celebrate his freedom or wonder why the world still had trees as he began hunting for what would fill his grumbling stomach and quench his thirst.
He staggered for what felt like an eternity until he heard the sound of running water. His knees that had supported him to that point suddenly felt weak and he slumped to the grasses.
He lifted his body with his hand first before he finally stood up and he began walking towards that water. He was faced with a waterfall probably ten meters tall.
He had no time for thoughts as he approached the water and drank from the pure-looking water, so pour he could see the beautifully colored pebbles at the bottom until he was satisfied.
He undressed and jumped into the water. He saw a few fishes in a distance but he was not bothered by them until he roughly scrubbed his body to get rid of the smell.
He fixed his gaze on a fish that was either foolish or brave enough to swim towards him. He swallowed.
His stomach grumbled and without a second thought, he moved his hand swiftly towards the fish with his eyes tightly closed as he could not believe that could be effective.
He opened his eyes and the fish was wriggling its tail while its head was held in his hand. He looked at the fish and licked his lips hungrily.
"I am hungry, I do not hate you," he whispered under his breath. His sister once told him it was courtesy to let an animal know you are not killing it for fun.
He has never eaten sashimi but isn't that raw fish? He closed his eyes and bit his teeth into the silvery scale of the fish. By the time he was done eating, the fish head was still wriggling.
He threw the moving skeleton into the water and went after another fish. By the time his stomach felt full enough, the other fishes in the water were attacking six skeletons to get what they can eat from them.
He stepped out of the water reluctantly after washing the cloth he removed. He wanted a place to sleep and he was determined to find that place that will be conducive enough for a peaceful night's rest.