In its new position, something black and viscous starts to leak out of both its mouth and nose.
You could see nearly every metallic muscle, all of the wires beneath them, some of which poke up between shards of metal like maggots. Its skin- or what might be skin- was torn off in multiple places, leaving a couple tatters left over barely clinging to a metallic skull. Your eyes settle on its expressionless face. The lifeless body clanks over itself as you pull it face up. You flip them over when you reach them and. You were getting so worried! Your mind idly goes over the order of questions you’d ask- if they’re alright, if they know what’s going on, why you woke up here.
You run closer, elated to finally meet someone else. The third floor up, you notice someone sprawled out, near the middle of the room. Empty floors, broken concrete, nothing of interest. You’re starting to think that this building has been abandoned for a really long time- there’s nothing here but the piles of rubble, and going up the stairs nestled in the corner only reveals more of the same. For the most part, there’s nothing but chunks of concrete in large piles of rubble. You can remember your parents, your name, your best friends, all of that.Īs these thoughts occupy your mind, you start meandering around, trying to get a better grip on things. You start running through your memory, but everything relating to how you showed up here is turning up blank. You don’t just find yourself in the middle of what seems to be an abandoned and overgrown city without some sort of reason. It’s large enough to see though, thankfully, and what you see…
Did something go wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be there? You stand up and head toward one of the cracks in the wall. You’re not one to fall asleep in an abandoned building, especially ones like this. You open your eyes as you start popping your shoulders, and you notice crumbling concrete walls and ceiling. It feels like you haven’t been sleeping in the most comfortable position, but your body must have deemed the sleep it received as far more necessary than the need to readjust in the night. The surface you’re resting on could be a bit softer, but you can’t judge too much since you were resting on top of it for so long. The wind is soft against the building as you drift up from consciousness.