Crackling. Buzzing. The pointless noise floods my senses. They're near. One. Two. Three. Five? Nine. Too many. The noise isn't too loud, but I know. If they were near, I'd be helpless again. That damn noise is deafening. I was told to stay here while they deal with it. That's all. In a dark basement, with no way out. Looking along the walls, I don't exactly have many options. No weapons, no lights, all I see is a bottle. Is the universe trying to be funny? It's even the same brand of beer. The one I used to...
I shake my head. Why am I even thinking about that? Everything was reset, and he tried to stab me. He DID stab me. I shouldn't feel bad. I shouldn't.
That sick squelch.
The fountain of red, flowing. Pooling.
!!!
"Shut up!"
I clutch my hair in my hands and close my eyes. I still hear the faint whispers. It's because people are near. Its true. It's only ever quiet when it's just me.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
The dark corners of the room laugh at me. The moist air chills my naked arms.
I was told by Shawn to wait here. I was told that he and John would handle it. Two against Nine. Yeah, right. I'm just going to put all my faith in a drunk and a some psycho?!
...
Do I have any choice?
What if they fail?
Then I'll die.
I'll die.
I'm going to die.
My stomach churns.
I need to get out.
They don't stand a chance. I need to get away...
***
It gets louder. The farther along this carpeted floor I go, the louder the cackling. The sizzling. My vision blurs with the stress. I grit my teeth and move. As if normal people weren't enough, these damn zombies are ten times louder. Blood flows down my lip, the piercing pain keeps me up. The taste of metal meets the tip of my tongue. The static only grows louder. I can hardly hear myself think.
CRACK
My face stings from the slap of my hand. My voice comes out in a weak rasp.
"Stay... up!"
Dots fill my vision. My legs still trudge along. The feeling of my shirt sticking to my skin makes me want to scream.
My clammy body holds against the wall. I feel the gritty wall against my finger tips. Running my hand along, I feel a strong urge to break it down.
"Move."
Another step.
Move.
CRACK
Don't stop.
Ignore it.
Focus.
I bring my hand up to my mouth, and and press my teeth to my skin.
Harder.
Harder.
I feel my teeth grind against my skin. It doesn't tear, but damn does it hurt.
***
I made it...
This damn door. Pressing my ear to the door, I hear mumbles. I can't hear the conversation.
"Damn it!"
I still hear the... No. Don't give it attention, that's how it gets you. Focus on other things. Like the snake. He still seems fine. My uncle too. They're... next to one another. In the warehouse center? They're not hiding. The others... they're in front of them. So they're talking? I could... No. I won't. I'll never use that damn power. Never. There'd be no turning back, the whispers would only get louder. It's better to not know.
The door creaks open, making everyone turn their heads in my direction.