I've been down there for ages. I can't remember the last time I've seen the sun. I can't fucking recall the last time I had a proper meal. I've been sick as hell, but, frankly, stomachache is the last of my worries.
I've been living like an animal for so fucking long, but it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter as long as I survive.
I have been listening in the dark for what seems like hours, frozen in fear. Even when there is no sounds, the silence seems so menacing. It's easy to loose your mind when you are clustered and alone. It's so easy to imagine things. My eyes hurt for trying too hard to see.
What terrifies me the most is that I'm not the only one down there. All those nightmarish creatures are here too. I've seen them. I've fucking seen them! Most of the time they are in some sort of latent state.
But when they wake up...
When they wake up. They are hungry for fresh meat and they are messy eaters.
When they wake up... there is very little place left to hide.
It's like hell have been broken loose. All that is left to do is pray they don't find you.
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HorrorThis is the story of a man, a scared man in a world of horror and silent death. Follow the adventure of a desperate soul trying to find it's way back to the surface, to the normal world.
