EDEN /// CHAPTER 08 /// REVELATION

/// 3 WEEKS LATER ///

Not much has happened since I first found this bunker. It was nice finally resting for once. I had thought most of the safe spaces in the world had either been abandoned or overrun. This was a pleasant surprise. I must say, looking in the mirror, I probably look the healthiest in around 2 years. I forgot how I look. I always had like, an idea. Blonde, light skin, green eyes. But I forgot like, exactly. Like, now that I can see myself in a mirror, I know like intimately how I look. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg with this place. There’s like a whole bunch of other stuff that i’m just happy to even have. A massive supply of food. That’s good. And there’s like, this closet, and when I opened it, there was this cool rifle that looked all high-tech, like out of a movie. The thing didn’t even look real, more like a toy, but I tried firing it at the wall and almost made it shatter the place. Sick as hell. Reminds me of my favorite movies before the apocalypse. Looking back at myself 2 years ago, I would give anything to be her. That random 19 year old nerd. Never had to see what I have. I’d give anything to just be her.

I think this was all needed. For my mental health. Not to say it was that urgent. I could probably take a few more weeks outside. But this is so much better.

Oh, and I forgot. The elephant that fled the room when I arrived. I still don’t know what that thing was. Gray skin, 4 blue eyes. Clearly not human. I still remember its gaze. It made a lasting effect on me, I see that thing in my nightmares. Clearly I shouldn’t have chased it. If I hadn’t, i’d just think some paranoid was living here. But the truth is I have, and then my mind ran at 200 miles a minute wondering what the hell happened. Which leads me to…

/// 2 WEEKS, 6 DAYS BEFORE ///

“What are you?”

No answer. It disappears into the darkness. I disappear back down the stairs.

Now what?

It just left. Probably with whatever it took from the delivery pod outside too. What the f**k was that? God, its stare creeps me out. The blue eyes. Staring into my soul. I’m gonna need to find out more, so I just go and my way back down the stairs. I still take note of that weird closed-off downstairs stairway. Mold’s growing on the walls down there, and the floor’s covered with trash and glass and cracked up floor tile. I probably shouldn’t make my way down there.

Now i’m back in that main room with the computer. I slowly start to notice everything around me. Lots of trash covers the floor, mainly near the corners of the room. Whoever that was had to be organized. Just didn’t really have a place to put things. Clever, yet lazy. Must have known the place like the back of its hand, if it was crafty enough to use some random object against the wall to block my path. It must have also been the one to block off the downstairs. Which, knowing how tough that thing looked, makes me even more scared of this place. But I can’t complain. And now i’m sorta curious as to what’s actually happening. I check the computer screens behind me. All in some alien language. Can’t read shit, but I think I can try using it. I wanna see who might be on the other end of things.

The buttons on here don’t look too different from a regular computer keyboard. Sure, there’s a lot more buttons… and I can’t read any of them. Is there a mouse? I don’t know. And so I just press the buttons one by one and see what they do. But eventually, it’s just frustrating and I quit. Which leads me to…

/// 3 WEEKS LATER /// THE PRESENT ///

I might as well try my luck at the computer again. I think i’ve got the hang of it. I got some experience with it over the past few weeks. I was right, it’s not much different than the computers I know. I try moving out of the random text displays, which automatically pop up if i’m off the computer for a while for some reason. What even are these? Notes? Then why would it pop up randomly? And if it was a screensaver, why would it have so much random text? I dunno. I try getting out of this tab. Haven’t done it yet, but what do you know? Today happens to be the day. I click on… something, and, I see… camera footage. That’s new. A few outside, a few inside… hey, there’s me, in this room. I know it’s actually footage, but I can’t resist the urge to just wave my hands around and watch it on the screen. I gain a sort of pleasure just from something as simple as seeing myself. And… wait a second. Beneath my hair. Something tiny and gray on my lower neck. I lift up my hair and take of my jacket to get a better look on camera. What is that? I try zooming in a bit and I see…

…it’s a f**king tracker. And as if it was told to me directly, I know exactly what is going on here. I scramble through my bag, and grab a knife, before running to the mirror. I don’t even say anything to myself here, I just put the knife to the back of my neck, and wince in pain a bit, before finally getting the courage to cut a tiny flap of skin off. Just enough to remove it. It hurts so much. But I don’t care. The chunk of skin and metal falls out of me and onto the floor. Covered in blood, a tiny inch-wide piece of metal slowly flickers a light before disabling entirely. I think I have a theory.

I rush back to the computer and click frantically on random icons. One pops up. It’s a map, with a marker on it. The marker being not far from the bunker’s entrance… that’s where I am. I exit out and click another.

It’s me.
My f**king vitals.

Suddenly, I know the whole story.

"Some surrender their free will for fortune, others hold onto whatever they got left.*

oh also chapter 7
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dude i still need to get caught up on eden

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