Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Rue the day, wake up in ❯ wake up ( Chapter 1 )

running running, gotta keep runing the shadows will get me 'aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh"


i jerk up, awake, hearing screams around me, but i'm alone. where... what... the room is dark. whats' going on? i shake my head, pushing my hair out of my eyes, it's longer and ... darker than i remember it being. it's original color? was my hair color black? i dont' even really remember anymore... no... it was brown. that's right... but i never kept it that way... what's. my mind wanders as i glance around the darkness, i can't see there isn't any light? no... there is, dimness... something... on the right of me? i reach out to the sides, feel cold slimy walls to the side of me, both sides of me. right next to me on the left, just at the tips of my fingers on the right. i reach back and feel nothing, forward and.. more stone. up? i stand up, leaning against the right wall, can't reach the ceiling. i jump, landing with a soft umft, something moving away as a land. i wasn't able to reach the ceiling...

the sounds stoped. i dont' hear screaming anymore. wait... is that... shuffling? coming towards me? i head the only way i can move, staying quiet. i trip on... a blanket? i grab it and tie it around my waste, i might need it. what... i'm wearing heals? i hate heals... i... i take of my shoes in confusion, grip the spiked heal like a weapon in my hand. i know i'm wearing some kind of shirt and maybe some gauchos or something. i run into a wall... but it's a door? it's wood.

 

search, serach for a handle, gotta be a way out of this little place. i find one... but wait. i wait and listen at the door, hear the shuffling. suddenly, somthing hits the door, and the screaming starts again. something wet touches my foot, leaking in under the door, then light flairs and the screams stop. a wet moaning starts, and the light gets brighter.

i wait, till... i hear birds. i open the door, my shoe at the ready.

i'm in a forest. there is a... meaty thing at the bottom of the door, mostly eaten. the sun is just rising.
whatever killed ... that person? must not like the light.

or there is a worse predator in the day. i didn't know, i don't know, i'm so confused. what's going on? how did i get here?


i turn around... there are more... rooms? wooden doors line the cliff i just came out of, all the exact same as mine.

how did you get here?

 

still no one else has come out of the wooden doors. i don't know whats in them, so i don't enter.

this forest is strange. i fear the night, i don't know if i'll be safe since i've left the room and left a scent trail.

how long was i asleep in that room? cell? why was i there? i don't know.
this place doesnt' seem as if it's earth. the plants and stars are so strange, but i haven't traveled far. maybe i was just in a different climate, a differnet continent.

but the animals didn't look the same.

have you ever seen a bunny rabbit that had razor sharp teeth and was eating the hawk?

if that was a hawk, i have. if it was a bunny...

i need food. i realize this, but how to hunt? i've never trained to live outdoors. i realize how pathetic i am, but i must live.

i've been weaving grass together, and have formed a net, there is a strange fish in the stream, large enough to eat. i know how to clean and cook fish over a fireplace, dad taught me that. even though i hate fish, the thought now makes me drool. i set my net, then notice the climbing dusk. i hear... scuffling again.

i must hide. i go, runing back to my room in the cliff, and slam the wooden door behind me.

i haven't exlpored this space. i realize there is a latch on the door, a way to lock it. i feel around the floor and walls, searching for anythign i could use, any clue... something hard falls on my head.

i wince, but don't cry out. i reach up with my right hand to feel my head, and down with my left to find what hit me... a rock?

how safe was this place? then i realize... i'm under a shelf. the rock fell off the shelf? it's a shelf placed into the cliff.

suddenly, i hear howling, noises, as if the forest outside my door explodes into life. screaming, moaning. something coming near my door.

 

nearer and nearer it's coming oh god its coming

i panic, but don't panic. i know it has to get through the door. it might not even be coming for me. right? not for me, i'm behind the door... it might smell me NO SHUT UP BRAIN. i crawl up the wall, feeling the shelf, it's tall, deep... i start to climb. it's hard, slippery. why is everything so slimy? there is stuff on it, but i don't care about that right now, that's for tomorow if there is a tomorow.

i hears slaming, thuds, i don't know how far off the floor i am when i hear the door crack. the latch must have broke. i guess i smell. i don't stop, keep climbing, till my head hits the ceiling. i slip a little, my foot slides in slime and my hand barely holds on, the slithering, sliding, shuffling below and from the enterance. i reached into the top shelf, nothing there? could i fit? not realy, but some of me could. i was skinny, so skinny, why? wasn't i fat? where did the fat go? i never really thought about it when i was fat, but i was a lot skinner now..., i slid my leg up, right into the top shelf, the rest of me too.

only once i was almost all the way in did i think to worry that the monster might be as tall as the shelf.

 

now what is this monster, why is it here. why is it in my room?

is it a monster?

it's not coming closer now, it's still at the door. it closed the door?

is it afraid of other monsters? what if it was another human. the mangled mess from before was... human. there might be more.

but to risk a sound, a noise. to attrack attention.

but there woudln't be escape if it was the monster... it woudln't leave...

to wait, to wait. all night to wait. time crawled, i doze, the noises below drift upon my ears.

is that light? the monster is still here even though it's light? but the monster leaves at...oh.

it's dark in here, why leave? food and dark.

"hello" i say. if it is human no reason to hide, if it is a monster better to know. then i can decide how to act. "hello"

 

“hello” floats back at me. There is someone else.

 

having verified it was human... or at least capable of speech, i cried a little. i felt tears of relief slide down my cheeks. still

"quiet, we'll speak at light"

there were monsters out there, attracted by us, our smell, our heat, or sound. better not to give clues.

"sleep"
i relax, realizing i fit well into this shelf. maybe it's a burial chamber. maybe bodies are supposed to rest here, and when they put me in i was to fat to fit? was that why i was on the floor?

but i'm not dead.

why? how? who? i don't know, i don't have anwsers to his questions, to my own.

maybe he'll be usefull, maybe he'll be able to help find food.

i hope my nets work.

morning comes, i know because i wake as the sounds and screaming from outside end.

will i wake up every night to the screaming? falling asleep to the lullabye of pain and fear? i climb down the shelf, it's not that far actualy. only about 12 shelves up, a foot between each shelf. enough to hurt if i fall, maybe break something.

enough to be safe?

i hear soft breathing noises at the door, as i feel my way against the wall, cold slimyness covering my body. what is this slime anyway? i reach the door, my feet touching someone soft and warm on the ground.

i open the door, steping over the sleeping form. food is my first priority, then i'll worry about this new development.

food. the fish? the trap. it's broken. looks like it was bit through. what to eat...

i sit and watch, the animals start to come out, some eating others that i woudn't think would be carnivorous, some eating plants that i swear would be. how twisted this world was in that way. yet, yet night and darkness brought fear and daylight brought life.

can't let my guard down, can't attract attention of daytime predetors.

i see some animals eating plants. can i eat those plants?

can i eat those animals? can i make a fire to cook them? would fire attrack others? people? hunters?

i don't know, i don't know but i need food. i grab a rock, and throw it at one of the animals eating some plants near me. it misses, and the animal darts off. i grab the plant. it looks kinda like a potato, but at the same time like a melon. i bite into it, and bitterness fills my mouth.

i don't care, i eat it. it feels like it's acid hiting my stomache, but i don't know if that' sthe plant, or the fact that i'm eating food after... however long. there are more plants, i pick some. can they be cooked?

i liked to cook. i remember that, cooking over the fire when camping, over the stove and grill at home. roasts and steaks and stews and spaghetti and hot dish and... god i'm so hungry. shouldn't think about old food.

i could make stew here. i just need to get the right stuff. plants, water, a container.

and meat.