Episode 15

He brought the gun out and he started cleaning it with a broad white handkerchief that was as dirty as the dirtiest pig in the world, and as he was cleaning the gun,I was freaking out. No one seems to notice the gun he had with him because they were all too happy to notice.

I was already at the verge of screaming my lungs out when the man noticed the uneasiness that was on my face coupled with my excitement.

He dropped the gun, stood up slowly and walked up to my sit.

The next thing he did calmed me down and left me dumbfounded. He came up smiling at and took a sit beside me.

He explained later to me what they are and what they were doing there.

Apparently, they were some kind of army forces that got tipped off about a den that holds lot of victims inside the forest and they were apparently scouting the area when they spotted us and carried us. I assumed that it must have been the place we just escaped from.

He helped me clean my wounds and got me a fresh bandage. They treated everyone else that got wounded and they kept the gun away.

It was already morning when the bus got to the city. They dropped all of us at our different requested locations, including me and they dropped us there, but not without me collecting the contact of the soldier that helped me with my wounds though. “He may still probably be of help later”, I thought to myself.

The compound was as silent as a cemetery and it was as lonely as a single guy that’s not in a relationship. There was no single person in sight except the gateman that opened the gate for me and I assumed that they must have all gone to their various workplace.

I was just about to open the door of my apartment when I realised that I no longer have my bags with me and the bag contains my keys, credit card, phone, wallet and everything else that was important to me.

I had to go to the gateman who gave me a spare key to my apartment.

I fell asleep immediately my body touched the soft couch. The couch was so soft and comforting that I had a long sleep immediately I fell on it and during the sleep, I had a very disturbing dream.

I dreamt that I just came back from the office as usual and I went to my room immediately I opened the door.

I went to my room immediately I opened the door and I dropped my bag on the bed.I brought out an object I couldn’t decipher and I started making my hairs with it. All my attention was on the mirror that i was using to make my hair and it was hung on the wall.

My attention was still fixed on the mirror when I noticed that there was someone behind me. I turned my head slowly and there he was. Pete. He was staring directly into my eyes with a bloodshot eyes

He grabbed my neck immediately and he was just about to snap my neck and kill me when I woke up from my sleep with an excruciating pain from the back of my head.

The pain I was feeling increased tremendously and it was as if someone banged my head with a rod, and soon, hunger joined the list of pains I was going through.

I fixed myself up with a meal immediately and I used a drug.

I tried so hard to remember the dream I had but I couldn’t. I gave up few minutes later.

I took my laptop, opened it and I replied some few pending mails and I also informed my boss that I may probably not come to office the next day.

I slept off few minutes later and I had no dream this time.

I woke up around 8:00 in the evening and I had my dinner.

My past 24 hours have been so unbearable and unbelievable. I had killed people I wasn’t expecting myself to kill and I just wanted to have another sleep and forget everything.

I got to into my room to sleep after the dinner to have my bath and go to sleep.

I had my bath and exited the bathroom after and as I was just about to change into my nightgown when I saw someone staring at me from the other side of the room with a green bloody cloth. It was Pete.

The dream came back to me immediately like a flashback and I remembered everything that happened in the dream.


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