Where the hell am I?
It’s not my first thought since the explosion. They were too hard to decipher; filled with panic, desperation, and something alien. Everything is so damn confusing now. I don’t know how much time has passed, which scares the shit out of me. Spend your whole life fighting and you’re going to get knocked out sooner or later. But there’s no pain to give the slightest hint of how I’ve been out. Could've been minutes, could've been days...but I've got a feeling its been a whole lot longer.
There’s no pain but there’s also…not anything else. No feelings whatsoever. Its like my body and mind are one and the same. All I can remember is the flash and the anger, and my…my home. I can see my home as it was before the apocapyse. Lush carpets, velvet curtains, a TV the size of a wall, the spacious bedrooms…
Thought and body and creation. They’re all one thing now. Each moves until they form the home in my mind. No…that’s not quite right either. We didn’t just make it. Its me and I’m it and…so I'm also the room?
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God, this is so fucking complicated.
A deep gnawing leaves me screaming in silence. I know this feeling well. It was alway with me while I was begging and raiding trashcans. It was the push forward I needed to survive. Hunger. But not just in my stomach. My mind needs it as much as my body. But what can…
Something flickers outside our being. It takes some doing, but I’m able to gleam the outside world. If I still had a body I would’ve gasped. The grass is green, the skies are blue, and the buildings in the distant are pristine and beaming with light.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
The hunger pushes me forward once more. If there’s one things I’ve learned, it's anything can be taken away from you in heartbeat. My sense reaches out toward the lights flickering in the darkness. Small beings creep toward me, wearing body armor and carrying weapons that aren't rusted and bent from heavy use. Something inside me salivates. They will do.
But they’re going to need a door.
Metal materializes along my flesh along with a welcome mat, as the soldiers draw nearer. Its only a small squadron, little more than a snack, but it’ll do.
Come on in, boys and girls.
Welcome home.