Help! Oh my god! Christopher! Michael! Run!.... *screams* Why are you doing this?! Why are you doing this!? Stop it! ... Help! *Guns shots* BANG BANG BANG! *Silence*....
The loud haunting, torturous screams woke him up from a deep sleep. This hadn't been his first nightmare such as these but finally this nightmare came to a conclusion. They're dead. His eyes still closed shut in disbelief of the outcome of his dream. He cannot return to his rest, he feels fully restless though it is considered the peak of his sleeping hours after his shift within the matrix. He sprouts up leaving his pillow. His body felt drenched of his own sweat, however, the sweat began to feel uncomfortable as it was in strange places. He yet had not opened his eyes, but stands up from his bed and feels around the room to connect with the power switch. The walls of his quarters feel as if they have been doused with paint or water of some sort. Running his fingers through the walls, their was a series of strangeness coming from them. It would feel as Metal wall, then wet thick ink, then returning to metal wall. What is this is? He waves his hands around his quarters searching for the switch. He connects. Bright lights surround the room revealing everything. He has yet to open his eyes. Raising his arms in the air in a stretching motion he feels a sudden thick drip onto his forehead. He quickly rubs his face in trying to keep it from coming into his eyes, then is when he suddenly opens them. The quarter walls were covered in disgusting, immoral, and repulsive words. "Hate, Anger, Jealousy, Decapitation, Hell, Fear, Pain, War, Death," are the words seen as he moves his eyes throughout the room. They were all written in red. Red ink. Blood. He suddenly feels a sharp stretching pain first coming from his hands, then slowly down to his wrists. What has happened? His wrists are covered in deep vertical cuts down from the beginning of his wrist to the ending of his forearm.
Quickly he runs to the cabinet at the corner of the room, opens it and grabs some cloth to wrap his bloody arm. As he raps it he realizes the pain has elapsed. No pain, with a one and a half inch deep cut from his wrist to forearm, no pain. The pressure from the cloth has stopped some of the bleeding. He tried to hide from fainting, if not death, but it seems to have caught up to him. He has lost to much blood. He stumblingly tries to make it to his Captains quarters, but he faints before he can call for help...
The loud haunting, torturous screams woke him up from a deep sleep. This hadn't been his first nightmare such as these but finally this nightmare came to a conclusion. They're dead. His eyes still closed shut in disbelief of the outcome of his dream. He cannot return to his rest, he feels fully restless though it is considered the peak of his sleeping hours after his shift within the matrix. He sprouts up leaving his pillow. His body felt drenched of his own sweat, however, the sweat began to feel uncomfortable as it was in strange places. He yet had not opened his eyes, but stands up from his bed and feels around the room to connect with the power switch. The walls of his quarters feel as if they have been doused with paint or water of some sort. Running his fingers through the walls, their was a series of strangeness coming from them. It would feel as Metal wall, then wet thick ink, then returning to metal wall. What is this is? He waves his hands around his quarters searching for the switch. He connects. Bright lights surround the room revealing everything. He has yet to open his eyes. Raising his arms in the air in a stretching motion he feels a sudden thick drip onto his forehead. He quickly rubs his face in trying to keep it from coming into his eyes, then is when he suddenly opens them. The quarter walls were covered in disgusting, immoral, and repulsive words. "Hate, Anger, Jealousy, Decapitation, Hell, Fear, Pain, War, Death," are the words seen as he moves his eyes throughout the room. They were all written in red. Red ink. Blood. He suddenly feels a sharp stretching pain first coming from his hands, then slowly down to his wrists. What has happened? His wrists are covered in deep vertical cuts down from the beginning of his wrist to the ending of his forearm.
Quickly he runs to the cabinet at the corner of the room, opens it and grabs some cloth to wrap his bloody arm. As he raps it he realizes the pain has elapsed. No pain, with a one and a half inch deep cut from his wrist to forearm, no pain. The pressure from the cloth has stopped some of the bleeding. He tried to hide from fainting, if not death, but it seems to have caught up to him. He has lost to much blood. He stumblingly tries to make it to his Captains quarters, but he faints before he can call for help...
