He watched helplessly as the circular doors closed inwards like jagged teeth, tearing down any wishful thinking that was growing inside of his mind. Reaching out upwards unto the sky with a single hand, a hand that he wished was grasped by some sort of deity or saving spirit. Alas nothing of the sort would happen, wishing on a miracle was all he could do as he clenched the raised fist and squeezed. Tears trickled down from his eyes as he bit down on his bottom lip desperately hoping for salvation from this hell. Some form of escape was real and he saw it before him in sight of his own eyes; it may have been hundreds of feet above, but it was real nonetheless.

Settling in his roots once again as he takes deep breaths of air while closing his eyes. Holding it in, and then releasing the air through pursed lips, this helps him control his thoughts and grounds his panic. He thinks back to what his body can feel at the moment,

‘Hands on the ledge, torso pressing along the top, feet resting on the ledge below.’ He clarifies in his mind, then follows with the opening of his lids. The sight still remains the same, rows and rows of buildings along with massive disgusting spires holding the ceiling up. Crawling along these giants in the distance are also giants, giant fleas who are freaks of nature that will stab and melt you in their gaping holes.

Remembering that the first bug he watched was probing the building with the purple light makes him ponder the one he is in. All of the non-blinking octagons were lit with a yellow ball, while the pulsing ones had purple and red lights. If the disgusting bugs visit the purple ones then surely they must do the same with the reds, after all they are both blinking. His head and eyes are turned towards the center at the risen light accompanying his bunker. Vision looks upon the fuzzy spinning and listing light in the center that is still red. He then thinks of the one he was watching before and returns his head towards its direction. Peering down the aisle he can see that the beast is heading his way as it is climbing down from its previous pod swiftly as limbs drag and slide off from its hold. This sight is horrific as he nestles his eyes unto its black sphere of a head, assuming that this monster is all-seeing and can presume every thought and action that he makes. It makes its way down the aisle in a straight path that veers from his predetermined trail, making his horrific delusions fade. In between him and the mongrel are a couple of other octagons with red and purple lights. Still it is heading in his direction and he feels the need to make a decision given the glowing orb of his building.

He makes his way back down on the inner side of the octagon, climbing down without a thought to scan his surroundings. Second bunk down from where he descends, he sees that the person is now missing, stopping and pushing back up to fully see the bed he confirms it. He places his hand there and feels the curves of the empty warm bed. Staring unto the red and orange weaved flat it entices him, he doesn’t even consider seeking out the one who has just awoken.

‘They must have ran away.’ Is what he thinks, the person probably woke and escaped quickly after hearing the commotion just down the road. Figuring that he should probably do the same post haste, lest he wants to meet a melted and gooey end like the ones he observed before. He continues on down the side and crosses back over to the side where he entered from. Once he is crawling back out from the second bunk he feels the structure’s foundation start to vibrate, looking in and up towards the top he can see it has begun to open up along with the long tendrils creeping their way in. Instantly seeing this he feels stricken with immense fear with eyes widening and his chest sinking. He does everything in his power to keep from screaming and hastily pushes himself out of the bunk, landing harshly on his rear hitting his tail bone. He throws himself quickly to the ground in the corner where the floor meets the building, pressing his flat body in hopes to hide himself while stifling the pain. Laying down, he does his best to breath slowly as his heart tries to break out of his chest. Eyes looking up and ears attuned to the sounds coming from within the building. He can hear the beast bubbling about inside, then suddenly he sees a few ends of the tendrils poke out from the bunk he just crawled through. He puts both of his hands over his mouth as he watches in horror, thinking of just how lucky he was to dash out at the last minute. Watching closely, it seems that the bug is making sure the bed is empty. The claws retract, followed by a light vibration coming from the ground towards the center of the structure. He can hear something oozing out and moving towards the bunk. It is quiet for just a moment, then what he hears next is something being pushed out of what sounds like a tube. What he heard next had completely caught him off guard and scared the living daylights out of him. A baby started crying, crying from the once empty bunk that he just passed through. Feeling as if he is going to faint, he continues to endure this nightmare. He then hears a faint zipping and gushing sound which he guesses is coming from the weaves within the bed. Slowly the baby’s cries die down as it sounds like it is being lulled to sleep.

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More bubbling and whirring sounds can be heard as he assumes the beast is rotating, searching for more empty bunks. He doesn’t let a moment like this slip by even if it is coming from an assumption. He scrambles to his feet as fast as he can and runs down the aisle that was to his right, hoping that this direction is directly behind the beast’s vision and further hidden by the buildings he is passing. Feeling his body shake from the audible impacts of his ankles on the floor he listens carefully behind him for any threats that may be tailing him. Unsure for all he can hear is his feet hitting the ground and air forcing itself in and out of his esophagus. Being weary of his foot placement this time and keeping a close eye on the ground for loose puddles, he makes his way down another unknown aisle hoping that his instincts don’t get him killed. After feeling like his throat is on fire and lungs are screaming for air, he takes a right turn and crouches behind the building that was along his path. Turning his body to the left and facing the row he ran down, he peeks, looking for any massive floating demons in pursuit. Revealing more of the aisle slowly by pushing his head out from the vision of one eye it yields nothing. Relieved but not feeling out of the woods yet he keeps staring, with his heart and chest moving feverishly. Continuing to watch, the body next to him in the bed startles him as noises suddenly begin to be produced by it. The sound coming from the body is being produced from his epidermis, the noise of his neck being cut much like the sound of a knife slicing a roast. Skidding across his surface the man begins to choke and gurgle, being right next to him he did not expect such a sound. Shocking him, making him jump with his shoulders as he staggers back away from the building with the body in it. Not worrying anymore about being caught he looks unto the body laying next to him.

A man is lying there, his head is facing down towards the open row he just came from but at a 45 degree angle. A caucasian male with thinning black wavy hair, his expression is what you expect from one getting cut. He looks down to his neck which has a laceration across it that appears deep and quite deadly. As he observes more he sees blood oozing out from the wound, which then deepens with another cutting sound. Completely shocked and disturbed by the sight in front of him he turns away while closing his eyes. He can hear the man struggling to breath as he gurgles and grunts just beside him. He begins to feel a panic riddle deep inside of him once again, reacting to the sounds entering his ears he cups them with his hands. Breathing deeply but still rapidly he tries to keep calm. He wants to stay calm but there is something inside of him, something in the back of his mind telling him to look. He knows that seeing such a thing is horrible but he can’t keep himself from observing the atrocity before him. Opening eyes and turning slowly towards the body he sees him once more, but this time the man’s eyes are open. They are open and staring off at nothing into the distance past him as his head has turned slightly. No more gurgles or grunts are to be heard as he appears to be lifeless before him. Quite horrified from the sight, he notices on his chest below that there are several stab wounds as well that have just started to bleed. The blood oozing chest then starts to glow the same orange luminescence he has seen before, thinking that somehow all of this is the only reason for their existence.

Not sure of what just happened he looks deep into the man’s eyes, no movement coming from his body as his pupils mimic this pose, still as a statue. Feeling irked by the dead man’s gaze he moves out a hand to shut his lids. Upon making contact with the presumed cadaver, images of someone’s life began to pour into his mind in snapshots, completely encompassing his vision.