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Hmmm.
I stumble into, through the door marked stairs, emergency exit. "You got a light?" I hear behind me, but I'm moving, don't want to stop, don't want to think. The door clatters closed behind me, and I barely hear a "Fuck you too, white boy!" It's a trap. Gotta be. I swing myself through the stairs, not glancing longer than a moment at each exit door onto a floor. The number counts down, but I can't seem to get it to reach one. The light here is sick and white. It flickers, tries to find hold on the walls, but can't seem to stay.
At last I tumble onto flat floor, push through a door into an abandoned lobby. The shadows are deep here, moving...breathing? My heart pounds in my ears. All I want to do is run, but...
Once I heard about wild animal attacks. How when you are startled by a wild animal, the last thing you want to do is scream and run. Through the mess, the ink, the shadow and water and mercury dripping through above, all I could do is fight and struggle through. Now I am frozen.
The door to the outside is open, tapping lightly in the storm.
I jerk my suitcase to my side, take a deep breath, and walk. I only look forward but I can feel the shadows behind me, feel them stretch and contort and reach for me. I feel just the faintest touch, but I step further, push the door open and step quickly down the steps to the street, bathed in eerie red and green neon light.
The woman high above gleams and drinks her beverage, refreshed. Here, as the rain begins to the peter off, I feel somewhat safer. Here, my breath returns to normal. My heart eases. I find my eyes on the neon lady. She smiles, thirsty as ever. "For now," she seems to say. It's all I need to hear.
I stumble into, through the door marked stairs, emergency exit. "You got a light?" I hear behind me, but I'm moving, don't want to stop, don't want to think. The door clatters closed behind me, and I barely hear a "Fuck you too, white boy!" It's a trap. Gotta be. I swing myself through the stairs, not glancing longer than a moment at each exit door onto a floor. The number counts down, but I can't seem to get it to reach one. The light here is sick and white. It flickers, tries to find hold on the walls, but can't seem to stay.
At last I tumble onto flat floor, push through a door into an abandoned lobby. The shadows are deep here, moving...breathing? My heart pounds in my ears. All I want to do is run, but...
Once I heard about wild animal attacks. How when you are startled by a wild animal, the last thing you want to do is scream and run. Through the mess, the ink, the shadow and water and mercury dripping through above, all I could do is fight and struggle through. Now I am frozen.
The door to the outside is open, tapping lightly in the storm.
I jerk my suitcase to my side, take a deep breath, and walk. I only look forward but I can feel the shadows behind me, feel them stretch and contort and reach for me. I feel just the faintest touch, but I step further, push the door open and step quickly down the steps to the street, bathed in eerie red and green neon light.
The woman high above gleams and drinks her beverage, refreshed. Here, as the rain begins to the peter off, I feel somewhat safer. Here, my breath returns to normal. My heart eases. I find my eyes on the neon lady. She smiles, thirsty as ever. "For now," she seems to say. It's all I need to hear.