AkiraFlame19

You stumble your way over the fence, practically falling on your face as you somehow wind up in a heap on the ground. Cursing under your breath, you stand up and brush yourself off, only to find the fat policeman clutching at your pants leg. His words are no longer audible, merely gasps of air that are quickly nearing the bridge between life and death. After a quick (two seconds, really) hesitation, you step over the dying mass, following the shady guy as he puts away his gun. At this point you have left the backyard, and the brief thought of “Where are all the other policeman?” pops through your head before the business end of a hi

        I hate fluorescent lights. The constant, angry, monotone of empathetic light, never ceasing, never dying. I forced my eyes away from them, only to return after finding nothing of interest in the room I was occupying at that moment. I was so focused on these stupid lights, that I had completely lost focus in all else. The heart monitor beeped, though it was lost to me. A nurse came in to check on me, just as she did every hour, but I said nothing. She left a few minutes later, scribbling something down on a clipboard before shutting the door behind her. I couldn’t help but continue watching the fluorescent lights as my thoughts

Another wave of heat slammed into me, my arm involuntarily coming up to shield my already helmeted head. Through the cloud of fiery embers I could barely make out the form of Jen, and for a second I could hve sworn our eyes connected. But then she was gone, and I was standing in the midst of what I imagine Hell would resemble. Another second drawled itself out before I shook myself back to life, boots pounding against tortured wood that threatened to give out from under me with every step. The radio rumbled on my shoulder, unintelligble static foaming out of it. I stoppped, attempting to ignore the never-ending flames licking at me hungrily.