13 June 2012
Running for hours, constantly changing, my flesh undulating and cracking. Adapting. Evolving.
I dare not slow, I must escape. I must survive.
Many horrors I pass, dead and dying litter the ground.
Reaching the crest of the mountainous cliff I pause. I am not alone.
Survivors stride forth, joined in a motive.
I will not feed. They are not my enemy.
I look to the cliff's edge and see my goal. A helicopter rises, cameras sitting aside twin guns. An elderly man surveying his game. My anger consumes me.
While others make their move behind me, I gallop towards my prey.
As the edge looms I leap. Soaring now, I see his smile.
Only feet away, I see my reflection upon the glass. A mass of moving muscle mutated, out of any recognisable shape. Gaping holes in my side with tentacles protruding like feeding anemone. Is that me? Is that what I've become?
Our eyes make contact and his smile turns to a snarl. He holds his hand high and presses a button.
Pain fills my head, Something rips into my brain. I am aware of the side of my skull being blasted out.
I'm falling, the ocean below me. Above the din I hear his laugh.
As I fall I think of mother. I'm sorry I've failed you.
The pain has gone, I look at my hands and smile as they melt, returning to their human form.
Close by the sea is bubbling, a huge head emerges. A leviathan capable of swallowing us whole.
I try to think but there's nothing, only this.
I
Must
Surv.......
The Chased Goes Royale: Day 3 • Opuss № I