blew at the tall trees that withered away the remaining life that
was slowly decaying away from it. As the leaves fell, I stood at
what seems to be an old stadium with a rotted down track field
where small life and vegetation were struggling to survive under
the gray skies.
going to be alright from there?" called out Natalinasha, the girl
who decided to accompany me to the stadium. "I'll be going
and heard footsteps dying away.
around and saw what seems to be a stick laying on the ground.
Curious, I walked over to examine. It was a Lebel Model 1886
rifle with a long needle-like bayonet. I smirked and picked it
up, marveling at the polished surface and wondering why someone
would leave a well conditioned rifle behind, minus the scratches
and darkened stains. Ignoring the imperfections, I decided to
test it out and aimed for one of the dying trees and pulled the
trigger. Instead of a sound of explosion like how most old
fashioned rifles would make, it was a soft, spear-like whoosh
sound. I noticed that a 7-inch metallic spear of a bullet shot
out, slicing through the tree cleanly. Surprised with what I've
just observed, I inspected the rifle and saw that the magazine
tube was blocked. I fired a couple shots, and a couple more. It
seemed as if there was an infinite amount of spear-bullets in the
weapon. I grinned with my treasure, processing the value and
advantage I now have for survival.
to head out when I heard a noise coming from the exit tunnel. I
stiffened and waited.
thought I was the only one here? Maybe someone was
individual came out in black and white clothing, walking slowly
towards me. He was tall, a stranger, with an odd look of menace
on his face. I saw a knife in his hand as he edged onto my
direction. Fear overcame me and automatically I aimed at the
stranger and fired. The spear-bullet once again went cleanly
through his head and he fell. I stood with my chest throbbing
with fear, clutching the rifle.
towards the exit when two shadows appeared. Two figures were
dressed in a ninja-like fashion, carrying sharp ninja stars. I
was too busy running to take notice of their strange appearance
when one of the ninjas threw a star at me. I merely dodged the
throw, and took the action as a threat and aimed for their
chests. After a shot, one of the ninjas collapsed to the ground
while the other went on to throw the ninja stars at me. His throw
was miscalculated, for the star fell five feet behind me. Smiling
at his failure, I fired another shot and the sound of a thud was
all that was left. My head was racing. Ninjas, knives, stars, and
me as their only target . . .
was this place?
came forward and a new figure came. This time it was what
appeared to be a shredded up zombie with flesh visible through
its thin clothes and blood trickling down its face. Overwhelmed
with fear and desperation, I continued to fire and inched closer
to the exit.
it an exit?
fell like the rest of the newly made corpses and one ninja
remained. He held a dagger and was only two yards away. Swiftly,
the dagger left his hand and tore through my cheek, blood
dribbled down onto my shirt. Stinging with pain, I sprinted
towards my darkened enemy and stabbed him with the bayonet,
twisting mercilessly. I pulled the knife attachment away from his
chest and watched as the writhing slowly ceased. I wiped the
blood on my face with my shirt and stood to catch my breath. I
turned my head towards the exit.
either the path to free me from this malevolent place or the exit
of the unimaginable to come end my existence.
There was a
little girl now, walking towards me. I instantly recognized her
as one of the daughters of my mom's friend. Memories invaded my
head as I remembered all of the cruel deeds the child has done to
me, so much hate in someone that seems so innocent. Yet looks can
always be deceived . . . She continued to walk and gave me a
crooked grin. Her eyes, full of menace, were locked onto mine, as
if compelling me to remain where I was. I saw a knife held freely
in her little hand. The grin was glued to her face. The
godforsaken smile that was made to laugh at my pain, the smile
that was served as mockery, always haunting me whenever a poor
attempt was made. Bloodlust was becoming a crave inside me, and
with rage I started to thrust the knife through her heart as soon
as she raised her knife. The knife dropped and she fell. Even as
death took her, the grin remained. I backed away.
sound of a dog was behind me and I saw a little dachshund mix. It
was Reggie, my aunt's dog. But, there were two of them. Perfectly
identical copies, with the white tipped tail and floppy ears. I
gaped with astonishment, and a moment of realization came. This
was a place to test your survival. Enemies would come and
continue to come to see how long you will stand, to see how long
you will stay alive. I shot at Reggie and stabbed twice at the
twin. The tunnel was thundering now, and I turned and ran on the
track, trying to see if there was another passage to escape this
bellowed behind me and I sprinted away. This time, it was cartoon
characters. Characters from the show Foster's Home for Imaginary
Friends and Courage the Cowardly Dog are now after me. I was too
occupied to process with the new information of the current
between reality and imagination was gone, for imagination became
Desperately, I ran into
the tunnel, shooting at the shadowed figures as they clawed at
me. What seemed like hours, I saw a metallic door and hope
boosted up my running. I opened and slammed the door shut,
locking the seven rusted locks attached to it and left a wall
between me and my murderers.
I fell to
my knees, still gripping the rifle in my hands. Blood dripped
from my shredded arms and fell onto the rifle, staining the
surface. I then understood that someone else had experienced the
same fate, only they didn't make it . . .
with newfound pain on my back, I stood and placed the bloody
rifle by the door. Whether this was a key to my survival or to
start my doom, it has done its job.
continued to bulge and the roaring continued, vibrating the walls
and yet the rifle remained still, unaffected. I turned and walked
away, leaving the forbidden place and a trail of blood