Follow Me

Danse Manatee

  maybe somewhere out there," he replied, going to the door to check to see who it was, to find nobody at the door. He shook his head. "Not this again!" he exclaimed. He hadn't much else to say, so he just kicked the door in his frustration. The house came collapsing down on him. He had no one way left to cope, now. There was only pain and only pain would follow him. He didn't know what to do other than suffer until she could help him, but maybe she was experiencing some weird time dilation. He hoped not, because if it wer

d, there was only that house, and nothing else to comfort him. As such, he simply lost his mind when he awoke, there, in his bed, face down. He'd been out for God knows how long, just laying there. He groaned, shifting over to realize he was in his bedroom. He sighed. This place. It was rather loathsome here. More than he could ever imagine. His actual home. He didn't know why he was here. The last thing he remembered was being shot, the blood on his hands, the pain in his lower torso that was unbearable...he knew it well. He felt it, still, even if now there wasn't a bullet lodged in his kidney. He coughed, coughed again...he was just about ready to collapse when he realized something. They weren't there. He was the only one here. He collapsed out of bed, dashing to the door, and he felt pain creep up into his head. Fear. He hadn't felt this way for so long. The adrenaline rush was well deserved, and he needed something to finally keep him on his toes. He flung open the door, and for a moment, visions of them protruded into his vision, blinding him momentarily. He stood there, paralyzed for a minute, scrambling out of the doorway, and turned to the left. The dense, tulgey wood that once stood tall above the neighbourhood? It was gone. Gone, gone, gone...his heart fell into his fe

ughed and wheezed for a minute, just standing there, staring at h