Destruction and Survival: The Aftermath of the Disaster. (2)

Constantly wiping snot and tears with the sleeve of my pajamas, I suddenly came up with a crazy idea.

Carefully placing the flashlight and bat on the bed, I carefully opened the closet and began to take off the extra clothes and shove them under the bed.

Then, wrapped in a black windbreaker, I climbed back inside and accidentally brushed the metal hanger with the toe of my shoe. There was a deafening creak in the complete silence. Gulping noisily for air, I managed to close the doors tightly at the last moment.

The slapping resumed again, and then the sound of breaking wood was heard, it looks like he got into another room.

Panting like a marathon runner who has run tens of kilometers, I covered my mouth with my hands.

I was startled when I heard the sound of broken windows, the sickening scrape of claws on the parquet floor and, above all, a heart-rending howl.

Then something hit the wall on the other side and ran across the room with a piggy squeal and fell into the street. The sounds of the struggle did not stop until there was a slurping, crunching and crackling of dry branches, but it seemed that it was the crunch of bones.

I was still shaking and had no idea what was going to happen in the next few minutes.

Biting my lips to a metallic taste, I almost threw up, and then something happened that I was most afraid of.

Something was trying to get into my room, the door could not withstand the third blow, and the bedside table crashed into the opposite wall under the window.

I closed my eyes and prayed to all the gods I knew.

Something was moving around the room, like the owner, and sniffing all the time. I heard these nasty sounds of a broken flute as the air filled their damaged nostrils and was distorted by sharp growths from the inside.

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the bed, and judging by the rustle, the creature threw back the blanket. I imagined him indignant, finding nothing. Following this thought, something heavy pressed against the closet to my left. With a bang, I felt a pleasant touch of the sheet on the exposed part of my leg.

I realized that the creature had forcefully thrown the bed against the wall, right where the closet with me was.

The thought terrified me:

[If the bed falls, someone will see me.]

When I tried to cling to the wood, I heard the tramp of several more steps. A moment later, they were also in the room.

The friction of the hard scaly bodies caused vomiting even more. I knew that my chances of survival were zero, but I still hoped for a miracle.

They were rummaging through my clothes, sniffing out my location, these sounds just drove me crazy. When one of them approached the closet, I distinctly felt a putrid smell that penetrated to the bones, but it seems that they did not know how to use it, and could only throw it on the floor.

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When I woke up, I felt numbness all over my body.

The pajamas stuck to my stomach and were covered with a crust that made every movement extremely painful. The dark space did not allow me to estimate the time. I was afraid that monsters could still roam freely around the house, and I began to listen to external noises.

I put my hand under my chest, closed my eyes, and held my breath. Nothing broke the silence. After waiting for my muscles to relax, I leaned my back against the side wall of the closet without hesitation.

A careless movement touched the wounds. An electric shock ran through my nerves and tore a convulsive exhalation from my lips. I swallowed the acrid saliva, suppressed the cramps in my stomach with difficulty, and pushed the bed forward millimeter by millimeter. Soon there was a distinct crack, and the obstacle fell to the floor.

The startlingly bright light caught me by surprise and even blinded me for a moment. Instinctively, I covered my eyes with the back of my hand, not daring to move. I froze in anticipation of the ugly creatures.

The minutes dragged painfully slowly, but the attack never came. I suppressed a momentary relief, clung to the remains of the once-varnished wood, and crawled out.

The whole room was a dreary picture: scattered furniture, scraps of clothing. There were deep furrows on the walls. They had also stripped off part of the wallpaper, leaving the gray concrete to bask in the sun. Yesterday's perfectly normal bedroom now looked like an old, abandoned, uninhabited shack.

I gripped the sheets with my fingers, not feeling the warm blood flowing from the open wounds. Only now did I realize that there was absolutely nothing left of my former life.

"Ha... Ha-ha..." I couldn't say a word out of grief. All I could do was look at the broken window and remember last night.

I grabbed the collar of my pajamas and yanked the fabric, tearing the slightly healed crusts. A cry full of pain echoed in the bleached corners of consciousness.

Unbearable mental anguish was incomparable with physical pain. In utter despair, I dropped my head on my knees and hit the floor with my fists.

"AAAAAAA!" I wanted to reach hell and ask, "FOR WHAT?!"