Alarms

We were homeless.

We tried to stay around the corners of a cemented wretched corridor, away from nature, away from surreality. I settled to stay beside a wooden door with red batteries beside it - as if a warning, as if it was forbidden to explore. I lingered to observe this bizarre existence. Across the door was a shabby home where a huge family resides, but it was the only one closest to nature. Despite its apparent poverty, it was healthy, soiled and it smelt of rain. The earth was stinging and the winds were banging their wooden window. They sat silently and slept freely covered with filthy tattered blankets. I saw their door opened and closed abruptly.

I knew it was a new day.

I stayed on my settling, unpeaceful. The red batteries were lit and I anticipated its explosion. But it didnt; it only made a sound striking as an alarm. I evacuated and went into the left and broader side of the setting with my own family, afraid of witnessing this consequence. This inevitable apprehension.

A cat and a man came in from the catastrophe to start investigating. I felt like a criminal and borrowed my mother's perfume, sprayed it on the entirety of my body so that I wouldn't smell the same. The cat asked each of the evacuees before they left. Then it started running and it captured me, taking me with them.

We ended up inside the door. The soil was stinging in the vacancy - they were keeping what could be left of the natural. I was hanged on the door as they started mentally torturing me. I told the truth, but there was another alarm and they ran. I shook myself off and entered another door inside. I saw whiteness and a machine. Seated beside it was a man, who beamed and smiled, acknowledging the fact that he saved me. A comrade came in from another door I've been and smiled as well. Then there was another door way out to the corridors where two other comrades entered. We decided to ease our hunger.

There was a fancy industry outside. Inside, pink laces and gold were everywhere. I wanted a beautiful cake of cheese and sandwich. I realized my mother was working there and asked me what I wanted. I repeated my preference once more. Then it was taking too long. I had the sudden urge to drift away from sanity. When it came, I devoured everything.

My mother and I went out and saw the death of the outside, of nature, of the sea. Two islands were seen where the only industries remain, heavily protected. We were overpowered.