Destiny

[jammi]

I awoke after what must have been a minute, dazed, with a throbbing headache that made spots dance before my eyes when I tried to move. I curled up into a ball but the pain intensified causing me to throw up over the shiny plastic surface I lay on.

Slowly I wormed my way out of the tunnel, wincing as the suction pads attaching wires to my head were pulled off and fell back to the floor. I cleared the machine and sat up which made my head spin. Nausea struck me again, so I cradled my head in my hands, wishing the feeling would pass.

Then I became aware of the deadly silence. No chattering doctors, no humming of machines. Full of dread I peered through my fingers, surveying the scene of carnage around me. People lay sprawled across the floor, their faces contorted in terror and agony. Blood pooled across the laminated tiles from ruptured eyes, ears and wounds people had inflicted on themselves as they clawed at their faces.

I pulled off the last wires that still attached me to the machine and peered around in shock, trying to remember what had happened when the voices had returned. I began to shake all over, cold sweat drenching me. I stood up, wobbling slightly, before picking my way around the bodies towards the door.

I had to get out before someone found the remains.

So I ran.

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