290 Changing Nightmare

Cerlius's world was dark. Usually an ocean of red awaited him, accompanied by the occasional distant scream. This time it was just darkness. His stomach sunk as the sudden feeling of falling overtook him. The chilling silence stabbed into his chest and limbs like a thousand needles. The stench of wood and metal made him cough out the little air remaining in his lungs. He fought and thrashed around in the cramped coffin but he knew he would die soon, just like his brother.

"I've told you all I know!" Cerlius screamed as he violently awoke. His clothes and white sheets were drenched in a layer of cold sweat and dry blood. He rubbed his eyes and scanned the surroundings for that traitor. He only saw a blue curtain.