Chapter 56
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ZONE-3
Flashes of lightning brightened the dark smoky atmosphere and the drizzling of the rain, cloaked with the sooth that suspended in the moist air. There were distant screams of pain and anguish. The whole place was desolate and the heat of the burning buildings was not affected by the lightning or the drizzling rain.
Jeff coughed himself up to a sitting position, his head was throbbing like a steam engine and his body aches all over. The metallic taste of blood in his mouth made him lick his dry lips; he needed no mirror to tell that his lips were swollen. Despite the pulsing headache, his eyes seemed to be the only thing that was not hurting at the moment.
Where am I? He asked himself as his blurred vision came to settle on the floor that was covered with wet sooth. He could tell the floor was made of wood from the cracking sound it whined under his weight and the way it picks up flame.
He was in a room, about the size of his room back in the hero's city, he couldn't tell for sure if he was actually in his room because everything was ablaze and engrossed with total destruction. The roof of the room tongues inward, paving way for the nails of rains and stones of sooth that came floating down.
Jeff coughed again and stood up quizzically, everything in the room seemed to be rotating and it took him a while to regain his bearing. He made to move amide the pain all over his body. It was a struggle to keep his wobbling legs steady but he managed to walk out of the room, into the burning, empty hallway.
Smokes fog the air around, making him cough again but a bit longer this time. The dryness of the cough and the pain on both sides of his lungs, made him wish he knew where he was. He could feel the smoke in his lungs and its dryness he could taste. There must be an exist somewhere, he said to himself as he covered his nose with his elbow and walked to a bend in the hallway, just where the heating of the building wasn't too intense.
There was no one. He was alone here, no friends, no enemies, no family. Just him and the sooth, the burning buildings, the rain and the lightning.
What is this place, where is everybody and what happened here? Jeff asked himself again as he rounded another bend. The footfalls of his boots could have echoed throughout, but the noise of the blazing flames engrossed it. The emptiness of the hallway clothed with the emptiness in his stomach, was turning to a knot and the pain of loneliness was unbearable.
At the end of the hallway he saw an open door and hanging on the top was a rubber pane that reads 'EXIT'.
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Jeff walked out of the house into an open street. The street where he stood now was in ruin, stalls were broken and what was left from their windows was hanging in total waste, with glasses in shreds. Any building that was not burning has either collapsed or was collapsing.
It must be the apocalypse, Jeff concluded. He was able to think clearly now because his throbbing headache was ebbing away.
The frizzling noise of burning buildings filled his ear, but the piecing cry of somebody, made the marrow in his bone to jump with fright.
Goose bump cloaked his skin with cold as he walked towards the direction to which the cry seemed to have emanated. His heart was beating faster and his breathing was stressful, he made to swallow but realized that there was no fluid in his mouth. Even the blood he once tasted on his lips seemed to have dried up.
Jeff's walk was met with a pause when something at the back of his mind told him to look behind.
The surrounding environment, the buildings from the point where he stood and behind, was no longer burning. They were now new and beautiful, nothing to suggest that they were once lying in ruin. The sun blaze with adoring radiance and the petals of the flowers, planted besides each building on the two sides of the street, blossom with beautiful colors.
Jeff was confused by the change; everything ahead of him was still desolate, with the unwelcoming feeling of emptiness. It was as if he is a bridge between two worlds. Light and darkness.
The whole place vibrated with an intense shock wave and ahead of him, just besides a collapsed building, was a hooded shadow, forcefully holding a woman on the nape of her neck.
The hooded shadow was strange, and even from the oversized night hood it wore - which made it difficult to distinguish the body size from the hood - Jeff could see that the shadow was about the height of any average man.
The woman on its grapes was familiar. Jeff could see that from the light of the burning building, those smooth dark skin and coppery eyes that glint with the same radiance as the lightning. He knows this woman; she is Annabel Peters...His...His mother.
My God what is she doing here and who is that holding her, why is she dressed in this tattered dress?
Jeff stared with horror as the hooded figured lifted its head. He tried to meet the gaze of the person behind the hood but was met with an endless darkness; it was like falling into void.
"Protect yourself" Jeff heard his mother sobbed. He saw tears streaming down her cheeks, or so he thought, because the sooth and the rain made it difficult to differentiate.
The noise of the rain was intense, the fizzling and sizzling sounds of burning were increasing, but none of it was as agonizing as the cry of Annabel Peters when the hooded shadow raised a dagger and stabbed her in the chest.
Her cry chimed in Jeff's ear like a church bell. Everything seemed to slow as Jeff ran broken hearted with all his might towards the direction of his mother.
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ZONE-3
Flashes of lightning brightened the dark smoky atmosphere and the drizzling of the rain, cloaked with the sooth that suspended in the moist air. There were distant screams of pain and anguish. The whole place was desolate and the heat of the burning buildings was not affected by the lightning or the drizzling rain.
Jeff coughed himself up to a sitting position, his head was throbbing like a steam engine and his body aches all over. The metallic taste of blood in his mouth made him lick his dry lips; he needed no mirror to tell that his lips were swollen. Despite the pulsing headache, his eyes seemed to be the only thing that was not hurting at the moment.
Where am I? He asked himself as his blurred vision came to settle on the floor that was covered with wet sooth. He could tell the floor was made of wood from the cracking sound it whined under his weight and the way it picks up flame.
He was in a room, about the size of his room back in the hero's city, he couldn't tell for sure if he was actually in his room because everything was ablaze and engrossed with total destruction. The roof of the room tongues inward, paving way for the nails of rains and stones of sooth that came floating down.
Jeff coughed again and stood up quizzically, everything in the room seemed to be rotating and it took him a while to regain his bearing. He made to move amide the pain all over his body. It was a struggle to keep his wobbling legs steady but he managed to walk out of the room, into the burning, empty hallway.
Smokes fog the air around, making him cough again but a bit longer this time. The dryness of the cough and the pain on both sides of his lungs, made him wish he knew where he was. He could feel the smoke in his lungs and its dryness he could taste. There must be an exist somewhere, he said to himself as he covered his nose with his elbow and walked to a bend in the hallway, just where the heating of the building wasn't too intense.
There was no one. He was alone here, no friends, no enemies, no family. Just him and the sooth, the burning buildings, the rain and the lightning.
What is this place, where is everybody and what happened here? Jeff asked himself again as he rounded another bend. The footfalls of his boots could have echoed throughout, but the noise of the blazing flames engrossed it. The emptiness of the hallway clothed with the emptiness in his stomach, was turning to a knot and the pain of loneliness was unbearable.
At the end of the hallway he saw an open door and hanging on the top was a rubber pane that reads 'EXIT'.
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Jeff walked out of the house into an open street. The street where he stood now was in ruin, stalls were broken and what was left from their windows was hanging in total waste, with glasses in shreds. Any building that was not burning has either collapsed or was collapsing.
It must be the apocalypse, Jeff concluded. He was able to think clearly now because his throbbing headache was ebbing away.
The frizzling noise of burning buildings filled his ear, but the piecing cry of somebody, made the marrow in his bone to jump with fright.
Goose bump cloaked his skin with cold as he walked towards the direction to which the cry seemed to have emanated. His heart was beating faster and his breathing was stressful, he made to swallow but realized that there was no fluid in his mouth. Even the blood he once tasted on his lips seemed to have dried up.
Jeff's walk was met with a pause when something at the back of his mind told him to look behind.
The surrounding environment, the buildings from the point where he stood and behind, was no longer burning. They were now new and beautiful, nothing to suggest that they were once lying in ruin. The sun blaze with adoring radiance and the petals of the flowers, planted besides each building on the two sides of the street, blossom with beautiful colors.
Jeff was confused by the change; everything ahead of him was still desolate, with the unwelcoming feeling of emptiness. It was as if he is a bridge between two worlds. Light and darkness.
The whole place vibrated with an intense shock wave and ahead of him, just besides a collapsed building, was a hooded shadow, forcefully holding a woman on the nape of her neck.
The hooded shadow was strange, and even from the oversized night hood it wore - which made it difficult to distinguish the body size from the hood - Jeff could see that the shadow was about the height of any average man.
The woman on its grapes was familiar. Jeff could see that from the light of the burning building, those smooth dark skin and coppery eyes that glint with the same radiance as the lightning. He knows this woman; she is Annabel Peters...His...His mother.
My God what is she doing here and who is that holding her, why is she dressed in this tattered dress?
Jeff stared with horror as the hooded figured lifted its head. He tried to meet the gaze of the person behind the hood but was met with an endless darkness; it was like falling into void.
"Protect yourself" Jeff heard his mother sobbed. He saw tears streaming down her cheeks, or so he thought, because the sooth and the rain made it difficult to differentiate.
The noise of the rain was intense, the fizzling and sizzling sounds of burning were increasing, but none of it was as agonizing as the cry of Annabel Peters when the hooded shadow raised a dagger and stabbed her in the chest.
Her cry chimed in Jeff's ear like a church bell. Everything seemed to slow as Jeff ran broken hearted with all his might towards the direction of his mother.
ZONE-3Flashes of lightning brightened the dark smoky atmosphere and the drizzling of the rain, cloaked with the sooth that suspended in the moist air. There were distant screams of pain and anguish. The whole place was desolate and the heat of the burning buildings was not affected by the lightning or the drizzling rain.Jeff coughed himself up to a sitting position, his head was throbbing like a steam engine and his body aches all over. The metallic taste of blood in his mouth made him lick his dry lips; he needed no mirror to tell that his lips were swollen. Despite the pulsing headache, his eyes seemed to be the only thing that was not hurting at the moment.Where am I? He asked himself as his blurred vision came to settle on the floor that was covered with wet sooth. He could tell the floor was made of wood from the cracking sound it whined under his weight and the way it picks up flame.He was in a room, about the size of his room back in the hero's city, he couldn't tell for sure if he was actually in his room because everything was ablaze and engrossed with total destruction. The roof of the room tongues inward, paving way for the nails of rains and stones of sooth that came floating down.Jeff coughed again and stood up quizzically, everything in the room seemed to be rotating and it took him a while to regain his bearing. He made to move amide the pain all over his body. It was a struggle to keep his wobbling legs steady but he managed to walk out of the room, into the burning, empty hallway.Smokes fog the air around, making him cough again but a bit longer this time. The dryness of the cough and the pain on both sides of his lungs, made him wish he knew where he was. He could feel the smoke in his lungs and its dryness he could taste. There must be an exist somewhere, he said to himself as he covered his nose with his elbow and walked to a bend in the hallway, just where the heating of the building wasn't too intense.There was no one. He was alone here, no friends, no enemies, no family. Just him and the sooth, the burning buildings, the rain and the lightning.What is this place, where is everybody and what happened here? Jeff asked himself again as he rounded another bend. The footfalls of his boots could have echoed throughout, but the noise of the blazing flames engrossed it. The emptiness of the hallway clothed with the emptiness in his stomach, was turning to a knot and the pain of loneliness was unbearable.At the end of the hallway he saw an open door and hanging on the top was a rubber pane that reads 'EXIT'. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Jeff walked out of the house into an open street. The street where he stood now was in ruin, stalls were broken and what was left from their windows was hanging in total waste, with glasses in shreds. Any building that was not burning has either collapsed or was collapsing.It must be the apocalypse, Jeff concluded. He was able to think clearly now because his throbbing headache was ebbing away.The frizzling noise of burning buildings filled his ear, but the piecing cry of somebody, made the marrow in his bone to jump with fright.Goose bump cloaked his skin with cold as he walked towards the direction to which the cry seemed to have emanated. His heart was beating faster and his breathing was stressful, he made to swallow but realized that there was no fluid in his mouth. Even the blood he once tasted on his lips seemed to have dried up.Jeff's walk was met with a pause when something at the back of his mind told him to look behind.The surrounding environment, the buildings from the point where he stood and behind, was no longer burning. They were now new and beautiful, nothing to suggest that they were once lying in ruin. The sun blaze with adoring radiance and the petals of the flowers, planted besides each building on the two sides of the street, blossom with beautiful colors.Jeff was confused by the change; everything ahead of him was still desolate, with the unwelcoming feeling of emptiness. It was as if he is a bridge between two worlds. Light and darkness.The whole place vibrated with an intense shock wave and ahead of him, just besides a collapsed building, was a hooded shadow, forcefully holding a woman on the nape of her neck.The hooded shadow was strange, and even from the oversized night hood it wore - which made it difficult to distinguish the body size from the hood - Jeff could see that the shadow was about the height of any average man.The woman on its grapes was familiar. Jeff could see that from the light of the burning building, those smooth dark skin and coppery eyes that glint with the same radiance as the lightning. He knows this woman; she is Annabel Peters...His...His mother.My God what is she doing here and who is that holding her, why is she dressed in this tattered dress?Jeff stared with horror as the hooded figured lifted its head. He tried to meet the gaze of the person behind the hood but was met with an endless darkness; it was like falling into void."Protect yourself" Jeff heard his mother sobbed. He saw tears streaming down her cheeks, or so he thought, because the sooth and the rain made it difficult to differentiate.The noise of the rain was intense, the fizzling and sizzling sounds of burning were increasing, but none of it was as agonizing as the cry of Annabel Peters when the hooded shadow raised a dagger and stabbed her in the chest.Her cry chimed in Jeff's ear like a church bell. Everything seemed to slow as Jeff ran broken hearted with all his might towards the direction of his mother.
