c1 (1/2)
It’s dark.
So dark that there isn’t any sense of light at all.
I began to feel uneasy as I smelled something rank. The smell of blood is so strong that it hurts my nose. I almost felt like throwing up.
I jumped up with wide eyes shocked by the nastiness.
[-tsu!!] (1)
A dark corridor comes into view.
Even though it shouldn’t, light vaguely seems to radiate from the stonework.
Surveying the area there was a small altar enshrined behind me. Looking carefully I can see that the altar is so weathered it’s on the verge of collapsing.
It is a small stone table that has the remains of two candles on it. It appears an animal hide has been placed as an offering, stuck there by an arrow.
[What’s this … …]
I muttered.
As I often speak to myself, the words spilled out naturally.
[I don’t understand … … Something feels wrong … …]
(TLN:Might be I don’t feel good not positive)
Repeating the words my heart rate changes greatly. It rises.
I literally don’t understand. I can’t understand this situation.
I went to sleep, didn’t I?
(TLN:not positive one this one it could be more like “I’m not asleep, am I?”)
However, there is no warm bed here, neither is there a noisy mechanical alarm clock nor any morning sunlight spilling through the curtains or light from a lamp’s light bulb.
Only a cold, unsanitary stone floor. A stench that hurts the nose and a few creepy stones that faintly emit light.
I feel sick … …
I covered my mouth and waited for the nausea to pa.s.s.
I heard a roaring sound in the distance.
[-Uoaaa!!](2)
It was a senseless wailing.
It seemed like a sound a wounded beast filled with killing intent would make.
[– Wait, wait, wait.]
I remarked unable to understand. Because I don’t know what’s happening, I don’t even know what I’m saying. (Maybe I don’t know what to say.)
In a panic, I begin to run in the direction opposite to which roar was heard.
I run through the stone corridor.
I turned several times, annoyingly the scenery doesn’t change no matter how far I run away.
Along the way I feel something strange and hear a squis.h.i.+ng sound.
I feel something squish into the tread of my shoe, so I check the sole of my sneakers.
There is a fist sized insect in it’s death throes —
[U, Uaaa tsu!](3)
I cry out at the terrible sight.
It’s not that I am especially afraid of insects. But in a city surrounded by concrete I have never run into such large ones, so I retreated from such a viscerally disgusting insect.
The insect cries out. In the same way a dolphin cries out for help.
I feel a chill and look up. My gaze turns towards the next corner.
Something with the visage of a person sized insect peeks around the corner.
A size common sense says is impossible.
It’s body makes a ‘gichi gichi’ sound, as it’s angular insect-like limbs move. At first sight it’s near a stag beetle in appearance. However it’s abnormal size and shape push my sanity to the edge.
[–tsu!](1)
I can’t make another sound. If I do, the monster is likely to jump me, my only choice is to run the other way immediately.
I run and run and keep running.
Without thinking about where I am going I just keep moving.
I keep running until I run out of stamina and breath.
Then I come to my sense a little.
[-Uoaaa!!](2)
A beast’s angry roar.