The Bunker

The News Stations in our area predicted bright and sunny weather, with the highs of being 75 and the lows being a great 60. The day was windy and the wind was brisk as it was crossing the lake. The sun was smiling at the water as it was checking out its own reflection telling itself it was good at providing for all its creature who looked to it for its comfort. However, that didn't stop the mayhem that was following it. The catastrophe thst hit hard and without warning. There wasn't anything to shield us from the storm and seeing life again. I remember being home when I heard the news. Which was weird because I don't live alone and there are always people to talk to when I'm feeling upset. This didn't feel like reality I was scared and alone. Was there anybody alive? Am I alone? Why is this happening to me? Mom? Dad? My brothers and sister? My nieces and nephew? What happened to my family? Why am I alone? WHY AM I ALONE!?

I don't remember who I am. Why is there a pain in my chest? I pondered to myself. Could I have been killed? Am I dead? No. I can't be dead. There are so many things I want to do in my life. It must have been two hours since the storm has formed above my head and that's when I noticed it. This wasn't my room, my house or even my own dimensional plane. There I sat in a cube. It was cold, dark and damp the only light peering through was from the window from the heavy mechanical door. As I stretched my head to gaze upon the horizon that's when I saw him or her or whatever it was. There wasn't any thought in that single moment when we locked eyes I haven't thought of. As If I was observing millions upon millions, thousands upon thousands of people, creatures and hybrids. It was like I was somehow, nobody yet everybody all at once. Was I a soul gazing into lives I once lived? Or was it all the lives I have yet to full-fill? The voices in my head were on red alert, and I couldn't remember for the life of me my own name. It felt like I was stuck in some sort of purgatory.

It has been four hours since I fixated on the eyes of the being. The gaze burned my soul reminding me I was not welcomed in its world, however, I was still somehow intrigued by its beauty or lack thereof. I didn't understand the concept. How could I find something so beautiful and bewildering and methodical to be repulsive and vile? But that's when it dispersed and demolecularized as it was swallowed by some sort of vacuum, getting ripped apart as it was being run through a cheese grater. The storm was getting worse and every second I spent looking out the window of the bunker was like torture. There in the horizon, I could see the world getting ripped to shreds. The ground suspended above itself, the trees screaming as if the history in their roots were escaping and being erased. My thoughts heavy and sad yet happy and light. Not a single care yet caring for everything. What was this storm? What was that creature?

The sky is turning violet now. The wind blowing but still. Everything is suspended in time. Nothing is making sense. The clouds raining light orbs and the grass searching for ground. Birds and animals running and flying in reverse and replaying themselves. Why can't I find an answer? Its been six hours since the storm began, and I am nowhere to be found. Were people looking for me? Are people even alive? Oh god, I can see it, or them. Four bright orbs lining themselves up in a row horizontally along the violent, violet sky. These orbs sang a mighty tune of bliss and anguish as they ruptured the atmosphere creating a vortex of despair. I must wake up, I must return home. I need to return home. Scared and confused, I question everything, running scenarios in my mind pretending I'll be okay. I am lost, when suddenly I hear the music of the unfamiliar orbs. Are they singing to me? Yes I hear you! I hear you! I hear you! I'm here! The bunker door opens and I am free! Yes I am free! I'm here for you! relieve me! I am your vessel! Take me! Take me!

Fade to black.