Staying Alive V
/Blinding, the light splashes into his eyes. A anomalous contorted shadow stands before it staring down at him. Tired and hungry, he’s too weak to move or respond in any way. This could be the last thing he ever sees.
Distorted voices calls out to him, “ahh huu ahhayyy.” He can’t make out a word. “ahh huu ahhayyy,” it repeats.
As his eyes adjust the figure gains more shape and definition. Arms. A head. A body.
“Are huu ahhayyy,” it repeats. “Ehooo!”
The deafening ringing in hhis ears starts to fade.
“Are you okay?”
Words start to make sense.
“Hello? Can you here me?”
Alex would talk if I could.
“Help me get him up.”
Another person walks into the light. Each one puts one of Alex’s arms around them and they walk him out of the closet to rest him on the bed. The sun beaming through the window lands on the blankets keeping them extra warm.
“Here, drink this.”
Water. Alex hasn’t had a drop in god knows how long. The brown haired man holds him up while he gulp the water down. It feels like he’s had sand in his throat and it’s just now clearing away.
“Can you speak?”
Alex could barely keep his eyes open. Much less use words.
“Tell the others we’re going to need their help getting this guy out of here. We need to move quick before night falls and we can’t see those things.”
“Got it. I’ll be right back.”
Before long he’s dreaming. He knows it’s a dream because he’s standing outside in an empty quiet field that he’s never really seen. And he’s fully aware this isn’t happening.