This is the first of a number of entries I mean to make that document my rather shocking and unpleasant nightmares.
This one in particular had me and my father attending a local sporting event at a large stadium. The event in particular was not specified because the seats me and my Dad had acquired were in very high up positions that did little for a view.
The event in particular beared little significance though because soon into the game a huge explosion erupted from the center of the stadium. It wasn't a blast that caused collateral damage to the stadium or structures, but rather a blast of dense smoke that upon covering people, set them aflame or melted the skin from their bones.
My father and I fled but my father didn't make it, and he was consumed by the yellow-ish cloud. As I ran past the countless fleeing crowds I happened to be caught off guard by a gas pipe to my right, which exploded violently outward, setting my face aflame.
I quickly put out the flames while writhing in agony, and when I had put it out I went to a public restroom to look in the mirror. My face was burned and bleeding badly. A large shard of metal was lodged in my left eyeball, and staring at the wound caused me great pain. I wrenched the pipe from my eye socket. No blood came from my shattered eye but a large ugly gaping hole could clearly be seen.
I ran home and was shortly informed that since my father was now deceased due to the nuclear bomb (which the government now reffered to as "Nuclear Proliferation Attack #2" wink , I was now in posession of his home. But the bills for the house soon ran high and I couldn't get a job due to my grotesque appearance.
My girlfriend and her parents offered me to live with them, but they lived two states away.
If I was to survive I would have to drive there. But with one eye and a very poor car I found it difficult.
Traversing the mountainous countrysides I was constantly assaulted by the elements and car trouble. At one point my car lost control and I flew off a bridge into a rocky chasm. I survived but was forced to climb a tree to reach the road again. I walked a long time and eventually fell face down in a small brook, where I assume I met a miserable death, because this is where I woke up.
 Cruel Thanatos · Wed Jan 07, 2009 @ 08:43am · 0 Comments |
