Alexei
The night is not just cold and dark, but it's also eerie. The feeling of eeriness is heightened by the silence, the deafening silence that is like a loud scream in the night.
It's damn cold.
The lack of anything else is haunting, making me feel alone and isolated despite being in the city. As I slowly walk toward a hidden corner, I look out for anything suspicious or any hidden dangers.
My sight is filled with darkness, the shadows hiding any potential hazards. The eerie feeling of the night is not just a feeling, but also a reality. The darkness and shadows are like a wall that encases me.
Inside a hidden corner, I found a space in a blind spot at the edge of the corner, sheltered from sight and sound. The corner is dark and secluded. It is hidden from view, shielded from the eyes of any potential threats.
Damn it all to hell.
Sitting down at the edge of the corner, I could feel the poison making me more and more sluggish and lethargic. The numbness and the heavy feeling is taking away all the energy and will to move. I can just barely muster the strength to stay awake.
The options in my mind are clear. I can either wait for the back-up to find me from this situation, or I can wait out the poison until it subsides. With both options being risky and potentially detrimental, I decided that the best course of action is to rest and let the poison subside naturally.
I am exhausted and tired, my body is becoming heavy, and my eyes are becoming heavy.
Everything is fucking heavy like hell.
As my eyes slowly close and my body begins to relax, I drift off into a deep sleep.
I woke up with a sharp shiver, my body was cold, and the air was bitterly cold and sharp. As I open my eyes, I immediately saw a figure standing a few steps away but close to me, preparing to light a cigarette.
The figure's presence is making me unsettling.
I have no idea who they are or what they want, and considering the situation, it's not a welcome sight. I watched and glared at the figure with wariness and caution, unsure of what they might do.
I could tell my breathing was irregular, my breath coming hard and sharp, the result of the poison that was still working its way through my body. I feel a little lightheaded and everything around me seems like a blur.
My lungs can barely handle the strain of breathing in the cold air, and I can feel my heart beating faster and harder in my chest. The figure notices this, and they seem to be eyeing me warily.
Every breath is a damn struggle, and every inhale seems like a fucked up fight against the cold air and the poison that is creeping into my body.
I felt the figure watching me intently, their eyes looking at me with a sense of suspicion and curiosity. As I continue to breathe irregularly and unevenly, I think that the figure notices my breathing and is noticing something off about it.
Damn it all.
I slowly pulled out a gun from my pocket, the cold metal feeling heavy in my hand.
I tried to aim at the figure, which was still a few feet away and, watching the blurry figure intently. However, my aim is shaky and erratic, as the poison is affecting my nerves and motor skills. I struggled to keep the gun steady and point it in the figure's direction.
I fired the gun, and it fired off a bullet in the general direction of the figure.
Bang!
But the shot is off and misses the figure. The bullet flies past the figure and out into the open space.
I sighed.
Bless my damned soul for the love of bloody hell.
I'm fucking pissed off. I am feeling annoyed and my temper is starting to boil over. I am feeling frustrated and angry with myself for missing my target and with the figure for not standing still and making things easier. I'm losing my edge with my fucking weakened state.
I keep exhaling sharply from the pain and from the shuddering cold, the sound coming out like a growl or a snarl.
My eyes snapped close as I felt a sudden flash of brightness. It made me briefly blinded, my eyes feeling like they had been assaulted by a bright light. The surprise was sudden and intense, and I was stunned for an instant as I tried to adjust to the brightness.
For a moment, I was unable to see or make sense of anything, and I struggled to regain my bearings and understand what was going on.
Afterwards, I open my eyes. I struggle to adjust to the sudden influx of light, and my eyes sting a little from the brightness. My eyes are sensitive and I can only make out some broad details, but I can clearly see what the figure seems to be.
A woman?
It's then that I notice that the figure in front of me holding the flashlight is a woman. Seeing a woman's face in front of me causes me to have a gut reaction of wariness and suspicion.
I feel myself glaring at her while my eyes are still adjusting to the light. I have a sense of tension and danger, and I slowly try to assess the situation.
"Don't even think about taking one step closer. Stay back." I growled.
I notice that she seemed to be inspecting me with an intense but slightly inquisitive look.
I feel myself glaring at her in response, and the two of us are in a tense standoff. I can feel the threat of violence between us, but I'm also puzzled by her interest in me.
My head is pounding, and it feels like my senses are out of kilter. My stomach is churning, and I'm starting to feel extremely nauseous.
Not for long, I start projectile vomiting, a stream of disgusting liquid that started out of my mouth. I feel a strange mixture of nausea from the dizziness, and I feel like my body has betrayed me. As the vomit streams from my mouth, I feel embarrassed and disgusted at the situation.
"Stay back. Just... stay the hell away." I grunt in pain and my voice is getting weaker.
I notice that the woman seemed slightly unfazed by my glaring and continued to inspect me with a look of curiosity. I get the sense that she is not afraid of me, even though she seems to understand the threat of violence between us. The look on her face tells that she is assessing me, with no fear in her look.
My glaring and her stare lock into a standoff, and neither of us looks away.
Then I watch the woman rummage through her bag, and my suspicion spikes. I'm already tense from our initial confrontation, and I feel myself getting even more cautious as I watch her.
My eyes are watching her every move, yet not every detail because of my situation. I look for any sign of what she's pulling out of the bag or what she plans to do.
"Keep your fucking distance before I snap and do something we both regret." I warned in a hoarse tone.
I clearly warned her, but she surprised me by suddenly lifting my shirt. I hadn't thought she would do such a thing out of the blue, and it caught me off guard. She lifts my shirt to reveal my bare torso.
A wave of confusion and anger.
I feel vulnerable and exposed, but she seems completely unfazed by the situation. She proceeds to examine my torso, taking in all the details. I feel like a fucking piece of meat being inspected by one hell of a butcher.
I exchange words with the woman, but my mind was hazy with pain, nausea, and dizziness. I can barely make out what she is saying, and I feel like I can only manage incoherent sentences. My vision is blurred, and I can barely make sense of anything she is saying.
My head feels clouded and unclear, leaving me feeling disoriented and off-balance.
She pulls out some sort of medical pack. My first reaction to this was one of suspicion. I try to brush her hand away, but she is persistent and stubborn.
Then the woman seemed to be pressing something into my abdomen which hurts like hell. I try to push her aside and take control, but like I said, she's straight damn stubborn as hell.
She seems to be trying to apply first aid to me.
But I don't trust this woman, plain and simple. Then again, I feel like I'm losing control of the situation and myself.
So for fuck's sake, I'll let her have it her way...