Chapter 28

*Doom*

'What is this feeling?'

'It feels familiar...'

'It feels like... Home?'

'But then, why does home feel so uncomfortable?'

'Why would home make me feel like I was looking into an empty void, where I was but a speck in the infinite cosmos, floating around without any weight... Any meaning... Any help.'

'I loved my home...'

'I had everything, didn't I?'

*DOOM*

'Then why do I associate this feeling of dread with it?

"Have you already forgotten?" A voice, that seemed to have been manufactured out of the vocal cords of a million people.

It was as if someone had tried to create a sound that sounded like a person's voice without having heard one.

As if the voice had been created from the unintellectual ramblings of a mad man trying to explain what a voice was to a deaf vocalist.

I widened my eyes slightly, yet it was only then that the barrage of feelings... The dreaded emotions... The terror of dying... The pains and sufferings I had to bear for my survival...

Yet at the same time, I knew that or at least felt like my current emotions were meaningless.

What is the point of crying when everything you would have cried for is now dead? What is the point of wailing if there is nothing left to wail for? I am alone in this... I am the lone survivor yet I dare complain about the pain that I had been struck with?

There are so many others who had died, those who were much better than me... Those who would have sacrificed their entire lives to save a single innocent child without regret...

So why would I complain when I know that they are much worse off than me?

The only thing I can do is survive.

Survive even if it means I have to injure, kill or destroy everything in my way.