The room is white and cold. I feel… alone. Someone slightly whispers something to me but I am too lost in a trance.. I’m trying to get out. The room smells as if someone had just bathed it in antiseptic. A man named Harold called me yesterday and said that he would meet me at Trudy’s, the local coffee shop where I was stationed as a waitress. That is the last thing I remember. Oh, that and something about a German Shepherd? A tall, white man in a green astronaut suit approaches me as though he doesn’t know what to say. He thinks that I can’t see him through his tinted visor, that I can’t see the fear in his eyes and the sweat beading down on his forehead. Why does he have that look on his face? Its that look that you always see on television when some doctor tells you your dog has died. DOG! Why is that word in my mind?!
“Miss Quan?” the man seems to be asking me this question, but my name isn’t Quan it’s.. “Miss Quan, I know you must be wondering where you are.” He is nervous and his voice is trembling. The words echo through my mind without meaning as the world turns black. The next thing I know, I’m strapped to a gurney being rushed through a long hallway. People are shouting all around me.
“How could this have happened?!” A voice filled with anger but mostly of fear and agitation.
“I-I don-t…“ A nervous reply.
“Well you’d better know, Levinson is dead!”
“What are we going to do?”
“Just hold her down now! Get more people if you have to!”
It is now that I realize that my whole body is shaking! I can see my legs kicking, the cuts on them spraying those around me with warm blood. My heart is pounding and a hot stickiness covers my head, making me unable to think straight. There’s blood everywhere… Suddenly a man I know appears. Who is he?… I Can’t think straight! He slashes through my bindings in one smooth arc, grabs me from the sea of hands, and pulls something out from his vest which looks like a gun, and all of a sudden people are falling to the floor. Screaming everywhere. The white walls are now splashed with blood and bits of juicy warm flesh. People are dying. Some run for the exit, but they’ll never make it back -back home to their families. How do I know this? Because the man is not human, the man is evil and he hates everyone for what they did to him, for what they did to me. I try to tell him to stop, that they didn’t know what they were doing, but he doesn’t listen. He just kills. He is stronger than me. I am weak, helpless. All that I can do is cry for the people, their children, their shattered futures as he crashes through the window and takes me into the cold, dark night.
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