By Alexander Gordon Smith
Alex attempted to escape.
He had an ideal plan.
He used to be virtually unfastened. Even felt the cool, fresh air on his face.
Then the canines came.
Now he is locked in a spot so gruesome―so hellish―that get away does not even matter.
He simply desires to survive.
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I'm something … i'm Alex…” i attempted to assert, yet even inside of my very own head his voice used to be greater than mine. you're not anything, you will be not anything. quit your self and be performed. You have been by no means Alex Sawyer, simply because Alex Sawyer by no means existed. “You’re fallacious. I’m…” i started, yet my phrases have been so vulnerable i'll slightly pay attention them. He reduce me off with one other chuckle, and this time while he spoke his voice used to be like hands sliding into my mind. Alex Sawyer by no means existed. you're certainly one of us. The hands flexed, as though they have been pulling anything out of me, and with not anything greater than a whimper I fell into the gaping vacancy that had as soon as been my soul. * * * i used to be status IN A MUDDY TRENCH, and for a second i assumed i used to be loose. Then i peeked up on the sky and observed an unending void of darkness and knew that i used to be dreaming. To my left and correct have been slick earth partitions the colour of blood, sheer and too excessive to climb. now not that I’d have sought after to—beyond i may make out boring explosions that shook the air and prompted an exceptional rain of soil. i used to be approximately to take my eyes from the perimeters of the ditch whilst i spotted a imprecise form within the dust. I couldn’t particularly see what it was once until eventually slits seemed and 2 eyes stared again at me. by the point a mouth had unfolded underneath these eyes and unleashed a groan of desperation i used to be already operating. the floor gripped my toes how it constantly does in desires, slowing my get away. And whilst I seemed down, it was once arms I observed pushing from the mud—cracked and damaged palms snatching at my legs. I kicked out at them, attempting to not lose my stability, making an attempt to not fall. yet there have been just too many, dozens of fingers and faces rising from the soil just like the dwelling lifeless. I felt the area spin, observed the floor rush as much as meet me. there has been no influence. ahead of i may land, the ditch looked as if it would freeze—all apart from a puddle of grime correct underneath my face. The muddy water bulged up, then slowly parted to bare a face underneath, caked in dust yet nonetheless widely used. “What do you need? ” I requested it, even if my voice made no sound. The mouth opened and moved as if it was once talking, yet back i'll pay attention not anything. “Who are you? ” I requested wordlessly, learning the eyes, the nostril, attempting to bear in mind the place I’d visible the face ahead of. It didn’t cease conversing, yet there may well besides were a sheet of soundproof glass among us. I concerned with its lips, caked in dust yet seen. Don’t … I made out, studying the way in which they moved. forget … it might probably were any of one million phrases yet in some way I knew. similar to I knew what was once coming subsequent. your identify, the determine mimed. I opened my mouth to answer, yet sooner than i'll accomplish that the face morphed into an expression of natural terror, its eyes like diamonds set into the rainy earth. It used to be purely then that I well-known myself within the dust, the face a replicate snapshot of my very own. It—I—tried to claim anything else, yet my reflect face was once sucked again into the floor, dust filling its mouth and nostril, flowing over its still-open eyes till not anything remained. “Wait! ” I yelled. “Wait!