“I told you, nothing is unreachable!” Marshal grinned.
“We still have some blocks to climb, though,” John replied catching breath.
“Always so negative,” Marshal laughed. “We’re already…”
One of the blocks moved in a distance. It rose. Two red eyes shone towards them. A stone giant of cubic shapes, just like the blocks around them. Like the one underneath them. Another stood up. Then another. And another.
“We got to get away from here…”
Two red eyes lit on the rock in front. The ground under their feet trembled…
The figures stood like rocks in front of him, like eternal statues no one had created. Lifeless, until the tallest one spoke.
“You have come far. Now tell us why.”
He swallowed. He had been walking for days, and now he was finally here.
“I’ve come to ask for forgiveness. I’ve killed a man. Or at least, I was the reason he died.”
“We don’t have such thing to give,” the statues said…
-Get him! Get the bastard!
He ran up the hills, but the men were coming closer. He needed to reach the lake. They wouldn’t follow him into the lake, he knew that. They were too afraid of getting wet.
He jumped out from the cliff. As he fell something came up from the water… (Click image to keep reading)
Captain’s log: Year since departure 3065, Day 5
The patient has recovered. The corrupted cells are regenerated, the broken DNA is fixed. Our journey is coming to an end, and it seems we will all make it. Just a few decades to go.
Captain’s log: Year since departure 3065, Day 310
A nebula has appeared close to our destination. We have no record of it from before, although it has to have been there all along. Investigation is initiated.
Captain’s log: Year since departure 3070, Day 15
The Nebula is changing form, faster than anything it’s size should be able to. Some of the crew are worried…
Aaaaaaahh! Groom fled in panic.
Dergam the shaman held his hand totems up in front, shouting words in the lost language of the elders.
Tilka, the strongest of all the warriors lifted his spear, threw it at the strange object floating in the air in front of them. It was no use.
The shaman by his side disappeared. So did the sphere.
Dergham looked around. Strange shapes were moving around him. Appearing and disappearing. One split in three, i six, in infinite smaller shapes…
He got into a hotel. ran up the stairs. He fought his way past screaming guests and staff, climbed the fence to get further.
The dust got thicker. People more scarce. A piccolo coughing in a corner. A cleaner crying, praying.
He covered his mouth with his shirt, his lungs could hardly breath. Some shadows running by, screaming, coughing. Falling bricks and blocks crushing their way towards the ground.
Somewhere above daylight pierced through the concrete fog surrounding him.
Above him floated a monster, a ghostlike female of destruction. She stared into nothing, beyond it all, as if she was longing, searching for something that wasn’t there.