There are few things in this world that gets you to push yourself harder than fear. Ordinarily I probably would have taken a day or so to get that stupid push cart to the factory, but with all the creatures in the fog snarling at me as I went my arms pumped faster than I believe they ever have or would. I dunno if it was the speed, the lamp, or the previous fire, but I didn't run across any my fog creatures. I could see them as I went, I could hear them, but they didn't actively try and stop me. There was a problem with hammering on the pump like it was my entire life, the cart itself had no brakes, this wouldn't seem like an issue until you remember the train that normally ran on these tracks would still be ON THE TRACKS!
*CLANG* I didn't see the train engine before I collided into it, I was roughly tossed off my handcart and to the cold ground below. The fog like a snake swirled around me, I could see multiple shadows approaching as I hobbled to my feet and made my way back to the handcart to grab my lantern to fend off the creatures. Even though I was tired from the fog, from hammering that pump, and just in general from not having slept in what felt like a day (you can't tell it never got lighter or darker in the fog) I still ran like the creatures of the abyss were after me, probably because they were. I snatched the latern in one hand and started at a dead run past the train I collided with hoping that the factory was not too far beyond it (because if the train had just stopped dead in the middle of the Island I was really really screwed). Thankfully the factory was beyond it. The double doors that looked to lead to a loading dock were most definately shut, they were also heavy metal on top of that so I couldn't just burn my way in. I hoped someone was inside or the doors weren't locked as I could feel the creatures chasing me now. I collided with the door and frantically tried to open it, locked!
"Leave us be foul creatures!" A voice called from behind the metal.
"I'm not a foul creature you imbecile open the door they are coming!" I'll admit asking someone to open a door because you are about to be taken by creatures thereby risking themselves as well as you is not exactly a plan A type situation.
"How do I know you are not one of them?" The fog was closing in, out of desperation I smashed the lamp on the ground and drug the oil in a half circle in front of the door, with a snap it was ignited buying me at least a little bit of time, the creatures hissed in the dark at the light.
"Because I'm talking!" I thought it was a valid reason.
"They can talk too you know."
"Open the damn door before I blast it open!" Hollow threat, but enough to get the lock going. The door was barely parted before rough hands snatched me and drug me inside to a very well lit dock area. I was surrounded by a group of men, all with guns pointed at me. The leader of these a guy covered in bandages and whose voice I recognized from his interrogation previous was lead, the pistol in his hand trembled.
"Who are you?"
"Trezlan Lorentino, I'm here to rescue you!"
"Yeah? And who's going to rescue you?"
No comments:
Post a Comment