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here's a little bit for you:
Alice was on fire. All that she knew, all that she felt, was that every nerve in her body screamed a torturous mass that made every nerve in her body sing a macabre symphony of pain. Alice screamed though she could not hear her screams, her eyes closed unwilling to open them and see the flames that were engulfing her.
She could not understand this pain that seemed to consume her. Was her apartment on fire, was she trapped in her room, alone as the flames clung to her and the madness of the flame licked at every nerve of her mind and body. Thats all it could be, her mind seemed to scream along with her bellows. What else could it be besides an inferno that she was locked in?
But if she was on fire, then why was the pain going away? Her screaming died away as she tried to make herself calm down and breathe, but what she breathed in was the most atrocious, most horrible scented air that she had ever smelled in her life. It was as if every foul smell that she had ever smelled were all combined into one olfactory sensation that overwhelmed her even as the pain was receding from her body, hovering a few more moments at the back of her skull before it shrank down to nothingness. She felt the tears that ran down her face, and tasted the salt on her lips. She opened her eyes and almost screamed again at what she saw.
She was no longer in her apartment. She was looking up at the sky, but it was not her sky. The sky was not the soft darkness of night, but the colors of a gashed open bruise. A sphere sat directly above her, but it was not the silvery moon that she had looked up at in admiration of its beauty all her life. Instead, it had the appearance of an open sore. Strewn with hues of puss yellow and dark crimson red.
Strange, she thought as she noted the feel of grass on the back of her neck, tickling the fine hairs that stood on end and prickling on her skin. At any other time it would have been a welcome sensation, but now, it horrified her.
Her mind refused to believe what she saw plainly with her eyes. This was not reality. Her conscious screamed at her. You are at home. In bed in your room, in your apartment, and this is all just a horrible dream. Soon you will wake up in the confines of your comfy comforter, in your comfy bed in the real world. Her mind screamed. THE REAL WORLD!
But she knew she was awake. She new that she was not dreaming no matter how much her mind was unwilling to believe what it saw before it or smelled around it. There was a slight ringing in her ears, and she felt a warm breeze hit her sweaty cheek. It felt like a snake had crawled onto her cheek and sought entry into her mouth. Her body couldnt hold its revulsion at bay any longer. She closed her eyes as she felt vomit curling up her throat. She quickly sat up and leaned her head to the right, letting her stomach empty on the ground. Wave after wave of vomit, then bile emptied from her in such rapid succession that she was afraid that she would lose consciousness and suffocate on her own puke. Even when there was nothing left, her stomach still tried to expel its contents that were no longer there.
Eventually the spasms turned into fitful flutters which dwindled to a burning sensation. She couldnt see through the veil of tears as she wiped the bile and spittle off of her lips onto her forearm. Oh god She said out loud as she held her stomach, wishing she could smell the vomit because it would surely have been a better smell then the air that seemed to violate her lungs with every quivering breathe. She was sitting up now, but she was petrified by the idea of opening her eyes again, even though she knew that she had too. Half of her mind was in shock and resisted her, but the rest of her knew on some base level that she had to see the rest. That she couldnt put off this inevitability any longer. She needed to know where the noxious breeze was coming from, and she knew that keeping her eyes closed would be futile if not potentially deadly.
She needed to know her situation. Did someone knock her out and take her to someplace. A land fill perhaps. She had seen in movies that a person could be moved quite easily if the were knocked out first. But how would that explain the bruised and twisted looking sky? The sore like moon that hovered above her head in all its garish and horrible splendor. She could think of nothing that could create such a wretched smell that seemed to make all of the pores on her body pray for mercy. Afraid of what she would see but to afraid not to see, she opened her eyes.
The fullness of the puss moons mockery above illuminated the area where she was in the most striking of details. Everything that she saw seemed to jump into her eyes with such vicious clarity that she could feel the back of her eyes throbbing and itching.
Her tears were warm and wet as they trickled down her cheeks. She tasted them as the drops slipped into her mouth. She brought her hand up to her mouth to try to muffle the sobs. Everything that she saw told her that this couldnt be reality. That the sights that she saw before her couldnt possibly be true. No, never in a million years, she thought, though a voice at the back of her mind whispered that it was all true. That it was all real.
The grass that she half laid on was a brownish gray that looked the color of bruised bananas. She was in a large ovular clearing in what appeared to be some kind of woods, but it was unlike any woodland that she had ever bared witness. The trees that she saw were the trees that nightmares were founded on. Twisted and malformed, their bark was brown and black and soft looking in texture, making it look more like they were covered in shit then wood. Their mangled and knotted limbs bowed under the weight of their tendril like foliage. The colors of the long leaves that looked more like tufts of hair were greenish brown and had a oil sheen covering them that slowly dripped from their tips. Almost as if the trees were lamenting their own warped and twisted creation.
One tree sat in the middle of the clearing. There was a small stream in front of the straggler tree, it was maybe a foot wide and ran from one side of the circle of trees in a zigzag until it disappeared into the other side. She could not see the water that flowed within the stream but as the ringing in her ears subsided she could hear it, and she also heard other things. She could not recognize the sound at first. But she soon recognized the sound as moaning, deep pain filled moans from multiple people filled the air, it was quiet, almost unnoticed from the air around it, but it was there nonetheless. And as much as her ears would have liked she could not deny its presence any more then she could deny hers. Past the stream and tree sat a white pillar, it had carvings all over it but she was so distant from it that there was no way to know what they were. She could feel her lungs starting to loosen a little, adjusting to the foulness that hung in the air. She felt at any given second she would start to vomit again, but it was lessening now, as if her body was coming to a compromise with its wretchedness. Slowly her senses were starting to hone to the environment that she was in, but she could not grasp the concept of where here actually was. The last few moments had left her mind fragile and in tatters. The stench of the air and the vomiting had made her head and stomach feel like they were locked in a vice, but besides that she was physically unharmed. She peered around the strange circle of wounded moaning trees but saw no others. No movement but the sick looking grass in the sickening breeze. She stood, glancing back up at the wound of a sky and realizing for the first time that there was not a cloud in the sky, and also no stars. Just the foul moon casting its bright and sickening yellow-white upon this crippled land where she had woken up.
She moved forward a few careful steps, making sure that her legs would not go out on her and started to walk towards the stream, the water seemed normal. That was a plus, she thought as she started to walk towards its bubbling surface, thirsty from her minutes of anguish and feeling that the water would possibly refresh her and bring a perspective to her situation.
Mmmph maea. Alice froze as she heard someones voice. It was low, sounding semi-strangled. Helmmph mea! She heard the voice again. She lifted her head and saw that past the little stream and the tree, next to the pillar, their was a pond of sorts, but it was like no pond she had ever seen in her life. The sludgy puss, and mold-laden waters were filled with the parts of possibly dozens of human bodies. Arms legs, torsos, all rotting down to the thick oily sludge. She felt her legs buckling underneath of her as she looked on a female head that poked its way out of the slime. The womans eyes were open for the simple fact that she didnt have eyelids. One of her eyes was a vacant blood caked socket. The other eye was trained on Alice. Her mouth was trying to make words that it could no longer form, a thin coat of caked blood around her lips that told Alice that her tongue had been removed. The woman was gagging on the words as she tried to get them out of her mouth. Pleashh godssh hmph meeea. Alice felt the cool hand of unconsciousness take hold of her as her mind refused to take any more abuse for a while. Her body slipped unconscious to the ground, finding the only refuge it can from the world that it had discovered itself inhabiting.