The walls were painted green and the space was empty save for a bed lengthways down the middle of the room, pushed against the wall. There were messages written in large, bold black letters all over the walls. I can’t remember what they said but they all seemed to be directed at me. I remember a vague urge to leave the place, but I couldn’t find a door. I don't recall looking that far for one, though.
On the bed there was a naked girl, lying flat, her body facing the wall opposite. Her face was screwed up, like she was struggling or giving birth, and she appeared to be floating slightly above the bed. Her body then started to rotate clockwise. I stood there watching her rotating until her feet were facing me. She opened her legs and started screaming, and suddenly it seemed like everything in the room was being sucked into the space between her open legs. The writing on the walls peeled off and flew into her, followed by the paint, and then I felt myself being sucked toward her.
I could tell by her face that she wasn’t enjoying this.
Now I’m at the front of a train, at the controls. My father’s next to me. We’re speeding up, and there is debris on the tracks : old, burnt out cars and rusting husks of what were once trains. In front of us and coming from the opposite direction there were moving trains, and I realize I have to learn how to control ours, or we’re going to crash. There are two pairs of joysticks, each one can be moved forwards and backwards. We can control the speed of the train and which track we’re on, the left or the right. My father tries to teach me how to control it, often taking the controls from me, but we end up narrowly missing a train going in the opposite direction, and eventually bump into a slower moving train in front of us, so I decide to take the controls and ignore my fathers advice. In no time at all I pick them up and have control over the train.
We arrive at a huge, square, but pretty empty train station, save for a male worker who flashes a sinister sort of smile, greets us in a knowing fashion and welcomes us to ’illegible’.
I’m not sure if I’m with my father now, but I’m joined by someone and we’re waiting in an elevator. The doors open to reveal a warehouse sized, concrete room. It's empty and badly lit, save for a small stand selling t-shirts in the corner. There’s a group of young boys waiting outside the lift doors. As we exit the lift, one of them comes over to me and starts threatening me. I remember thinking that one of them may have had a knife, and that this kid may have posed some real threat. My companion and I started over to the t-shirt stand, the child following us and hassling me the whole time. I became rather irritated so I picked him up by his collar and said something to him. He didn’t look too phased by the incident but scurried off regardless. "I think he was more threatened by you than you were of him". "Yeah, I think he was".
I end up buying a black t-shirt with what appears to be an animation on the front, which would loop over and over. It started with some unfocused circular pattern, followed by a darkly lit, inhuman, cat-like face with long brown hair messily draped over its cheeks. I remember deciding that it looked like the result of a botched cross-breeding experiment.
For a moment, I glanced over at the lift - the entire group of children who were previously outside the lift, about 30 of them, had now packed themselves inside. The child who was hassling me was trying to squeeze in. They all looked quite cheerful.
I looked back at the shirt. It was now the only thing worth my attention in the room. The person I'd entered with - I think it was my mother - had put it on. It looped over a few times, and with each cycle I was getting more sucked in, until the animation took over my entire field of vision, and I was there with the face. Him looking looking directly at me.
Suddenly, the animation changed - after the inhuman face, another image was shown - even less human this time, but better lit. Its body was humanoid, but it had shiny black skin - on it’s head there were around a dozen eyes, unevenly spaced and glowing yellow. It had no nose, and it’s mouth was filled with long, thin canines.
I remember it saying something to me - "we survive" - then the image changed. The same creature, but now fatter and with no discernible limbs, was laying on the ground. I was getting sucked away from the image now - it had turned into a sphere, and on top of it were thousands more of these creatures, all without limbs, all laying upon the surface.
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