“LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU!!” The man screams. His face slowly goes blank as he begins to move his eyes from side to side observing his environment. His eyes lead him to a bloody piece of metal shrapnel held by his own hand. He begins to tremble dropping the shard.
Three dead bodies spread across the floor in bloody chunks. “WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?”
He erratically rubs his eyes in disbelief forgetting they are covered in blood. “UGH! WHO ARE THESE FUCKING PEOPLE?” He falls to his knees. “Who am I?!” A shadow cast over him as he kneels in the dirty abandoned warehouse. He rises. He begins to run towards the sound of the running footsteps.
He can tell by the sound of pressure and the milliseconds between footsteps it is a woman. Five ten, roughly one hundred thirty pounds. He has no time to question how he knows this. It’s very dark, but not pitch. He is forced to adjusts his eyes as he runs.
There is machinery in this warehouse. Old, rusty and abandoned. He uses the low gleam of chrome still unaffected by the dust blankets to illuminate his direction. She is approaching the back exit. He desperately wants to tell her that he doesn’t want to hurt her. That he just wants answers.
Given the circumstances, he is uncertain if this is true. He jumps towards her for what feels like fifty yards. He manages to grab the sleeve of her blood soaked parka before she able to turn the handle to her exit. “Please! I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t know what happened. I don’t know who I am….” He begs kneeling to her. “Your a fucking MONSTA!“ She quivers out with the thickest New York accent he can ever remember hearing. She turns the handle. The sunlight bursts like a shotgun! She escapes, but not before he manages to tear a sleeve off her parka.
He feels a terrible burn as the sunlight covers his face. “AAAHHHH! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” He screams as he retracts into the darkness of the warehouse. He covers his face. He feels the skin of his face coming undone as a hunk of cheese from a greasy pizza.
He quickly removes his hands from his face to avoid the skin falling off entirely. He curls into a fetal ball, frightened and confused. He shivers. He is losing his grasp of consciousness. He quickly stands in fear of falling back in the mental darkness from which he woke. He paces back and forth gathering the courage to walk where the bodies lay.
A messy display of blood, hair and intestines. He doesn’t recognize what is left of their faces. He collapses onto the flesh heap. Uncontrollably he slips back into the fearful darkness. He can only hope he is approaching death….