The Last Stand
Something I wrote in between commissions; I tried the first view this time
These are the last words I will be writing; it's a shame that it would end like this, but before it ends, I would to leave a legacy behind me, so, maybe one day someone... or something would be able to understand what happened to this place, this world. Maybe this is nothing more than pipe dream, but this... is the only thing that can keep my sanity intact in the situation I am experiencing...
We thought we were higher than any beings, any creators; we played with life, toyed with the atoms and laughed in the face of Death. Nothing could stop us, for we had harnessed the true potential of science and we were progressing forward, an unstoppable force only focused on making the future brighter.
Then... something snapped. The beautiful system we created went insane, out of control; even in the chaos it was still beautiful to behold. A lot didn't make it, diseases, food deprivation and extremes conditions getting rid of those that weren't fit for... the next step.
Those that survived changed; evolution and mutations are tools for nature, but when they produce monsters, one can wonder if this tool wasn't corrupted by those that were supposed to ''help'' it. Some of them took their life before it was too late, ashamed of was happening to their body, others, to preserve the little sanity that was left in them.
Others embraced it, seeing it as a way to advance, a way... to ameliorate the specie. But their dreams were nothing short of nightmares; I can hear them, growling, snarling, trying to find me, knowing that I am not far away...
I am nothing more than a fresh meal for them, a reminder that something survived the madness. There is no hope here and I know that even if I would escape this place, I would face the same situation everywhere; insanity is contagious and wherever I would believe it be safe, it would there, hunting me down.
My time is limited; I could either let them catch me and end it all, or wait here, until they break the door and devour me.
So much time and yet, there I stand, no weapon except a cheap letter knife; the choices are hard and I can hear them scratch the door, sniffing the air, getting excited by presence of a prey.
I could be a hero... I could be a meal... or... I could wait, letting the sweet memories flow in my mind while they are pounding on the door; anyway, there is no exit...