Saturday, July 04, 2009
I knew the room, I had the advantage. It was my room. I ran through the door and opened room 313. As I went inside, I noticed the room was the center of it all. The spiral corridors seen, walls of the room were transparent. I could not sense any other doors as the corridor spirals over the room. A usual room in appearance; there was a television, the door, a couch, a bed, books, and the tool that is ought to be kept. I switched the television on, but looking at the tool. Nobody came; there wasn't anyone at all. I heard an unfamiliar sound, I muted the television, expecting. The dog was growling on the other side of the door, striking it with intent. I added locks to the door. The dog threw two books that passed through the door, aiming at me. I sat on the bed with my gun. The dog's rage disappeared and I saw it running through the spiral corridor, going up. It jumped and passed through the non-existent ceiling. It did not bother the tool, it growled, looking with an intent to kill. I shot it. It bit my hand, it bit me. There was blood.
I woke up on the bed, my blood spilling all over the place. I saw law enforcements around, but a bloody general was dead sitting leaning on his gun, above the shot dog. Nearby, there was a lieutenant lady bleeding profusely, blood gushing out of the ear and eyes open; she was moving, but she showed no sign of soul. I did not witness what happened, I blanked. I did not know who did it or if I did it. The door was hanged open.
I didn't bother knowing if what I was protecting was taken away. I just looked around the room and it ended.
Erika Ruiz
