Chapter 2

My chest was burning my legs ached as if lead weights were glued to my calves and I kept going. I reached the agriculture fields surrounding the campus the abandoned fields are about 5 miles from campus past the hills. My body was desperately trying to stop sweat poured from my body making salt water with the rain. I couldn’t go any further. I fell to my knees and let out a scream “WHY AM I SO WEAK!?! WHY AM I SO WORTHLESS!?!?” The sky appeared to hear me as lightning flashed and thunder roared. I felt so helpless, I had thrown myself at the mercy of the storm and I cared not what it did with me. I began to enjoy the freezing rain. I felt a chill running to my core and the Darkside reminded me that I should let myself freeze after all it’s why you came out here when you think about it. But for some reason I couldn’t stand the cold any longer and survival instinct kicked in. I was afraid. I didn’t want to die and yet I did at the same time. I frantically began to search for shelter as the storm intensified. The ground was becoming slick and sticky thanks to all the smectite clay in the soil. In the distance I noticed a small broken down shack towards the edge of the field I was on. I was protected somewhat from the storm as it was flanked by two immense oak trees. Without thinking I sprinted towards the dilapidated structure. The wind was so intense by this time I could barely keep my eyes open and rain was coming down in sheets soaking my body to it’s very core. The cuts I had given myself earlier caused my shoulders to burn as though they were on fire as I slogged my way through the mud to reach the shack. About half way there my feet felt like rocks and looked down to see my running shoes covered in mud and the bottoms seemed to have adobe bricks built in as the clay caked the treads. I quickly yanked off my shoes and socks forcing my naked feet to endure the freezing mud and ice cold rain.

“Almost there” I said aloud. However, about 20 ft. from the shack my body gave out and I collapsed into the muck that surrounded me. I could barely move as the tempest raged around me. My vision was blurring I knew it was only a matter of time before I just laid there and went to sleep. Darkside ever present was encouraging me to give in.
“Just let it go. Curl up and die it would be easier for you and the world.”
And yet some part of me refused to give in. Using the last of my strength I crawled towards the shacks entrance. With my goal within reach I pulled myself up using the steel handle that was attached to the grey sheet metal door. I flung it open and threw myself inside.
As hit the ground a sharp pain surge through my left foot. I looked down to see that I had fallen of rusted metal of some sort. Crying in agony I pulled my foot off the mangled metal’s spike and clutched my knees. As the pain turned to a low throb I noticed with cleared vision the it was bleeding profusely. Despite the chill my body had I needed to stop the flow so I removed my sweat laden shirt and tied it around the jagged cut on the bottom of my foot. I pulled it tight and pressed hard with my hands and to my satisfaction after about 15 minutes the bleeding slowed to a stop.

Unfortunately the storm seemed to intensify as the shack began to creak and groan as though it were in pain. Through a hole in the ceiling I could see the mighty oaks outside begin to sway as they fell to the sheer strength of the gale force winds howling all around us. To my disbelief I heard a loud CRACK and felt the shack shudder with impact. It appeared that a large limb from the tree had fallen off. The shacks corrugated roof began to cave inwards. Horrified by the idea I was about to be crushed I searched for an escape. The front door wasn’t an option as the jagged metal that surrounded it was impossible to avoid and I could barely walk let alone crawl out that way. There was a shuttered window in between the shelves of old farming equipment. Perfect I thought. I attempted to stand. Excruciating pain shot through my body. I quickly returned to the ground face first. I had fallen towards the window and upon closer examination it looked far too small for me to get through. “Damn it” I cursed under my breath. I was on the verge of giving up as exhaustion over took me. I left my head on the ground as the shack groaned again the metal roof caving in dramatically. In about two seconds I would become a blood red stain in this metal death trap. Content with my fate I rolled myself into a sitting position and watched the roof yield further to the oak limb above.
With the stress the shack was under I heard a rake fall. But instead of the solid thud I expected to hear it was a hollow drum like sound. I saw a hatch in the floor right next to where I was sitting. Without thinking I desperately tried to open it. The storm was still raging the roof was about to give I grasped the nearby rake and wedged the handle in the gap between the hatch and the floor which thankfully was fairly large. I stood up ignoring the pain and attempted to lever the hatch open. It flung open the entrance. And I fell onto my back more pain rocketing through my body. I looked to see that another broken piece of metal had embedded itself in my arm. The pain was overtaken by fear as I saw the roof give. With a thundering crash the oak limb broke through and nearly smashed me into the floor. In a split second I threw myself down the hatch as the rest of the roof collapsed around me.

I landed below the ladder that led up to the shack. The ground was shockingly soft as I felt around and realized the floor was finely ground dirt. So soft it was like lying on sand. I took a moment to get my bearings the musty smell of old redwood greeted my nose, the entire space was about as large as a typical living room with a few side doors leading off into what I suspected to be bed and bath rooms. There were a few overturned desks littered with old papers and files. And as I pulled myself up to a sitting position I noticed numerous mounted magnifying glasses and microscopes on shelves lining the room. In addition the ground was littered in what appeared to be broken petri dishes. I felt as though I had fallen into an abandoned laboratory. But what on earth would a place like this be doing under an old farm shack? As intrigued as I was my body was exhausted and before I knew what hit me I leaned back against the wall and passed out.

Author's Note

The second chapter still in human world I know. Ummmm... I am not very good at writing these notes but don't worry...ummm yeah subsequent chapters will be uploaded and again I hope to get some feedback, comments or just general chit chat about this fanfiction Thank a bunch.