The Mysterious World

Selene's POV I slowly opened my eyes, but it was all darkness. It wasn't just dark, it felt heavy and scary. 'Where the heck am I?' I asked in my thoughts. My heart felt like it had a big weight on it. I felt lost, and I didn't know where I was or what was happening. It was like being trapped in a big empty space. As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, I tried to look around, straining to make out my surroundings. I was sitting on the floor in a corner of what appeared to be an abandoned space. My head was leaning against the wall for support. As I gazed around, my eyes landed on a glass wall to my left. Everything seems bluish, just like how a fire spreads its light as orange. Here, it is blue. The faint reflection of the dim light outside casts a faint glow on the glass, making it stand out in the darkness. My mind began to whirl with another question. 'Am I in a building?' I wondered, trying to piece together my surroundings and my situation. 'But how?' Another question popped into my mind. The glass wall seemed to be an anchor point, a reference point that might help me understand where I was. I focused on it, trying to remember how I got here and what had happened. But my memories were hazy, and my mind was foggy. All I knew was that I was here, in this abandoned space, with nothing but darkness and uncertainty surrounding me. The world around me was now far from reality, like a faint twilight. 'Is this a dream?' I asked myself again. But now the pain grabbed my attention. My body ached all over, like I'd been battered and bruised. My head throbbed with a dull ache, making my thoughts feel disjointed. I closed my eyes, trying to heighten my other senses. The moment I did, I was bombarded with strange noises. At first, they were distant, but quickly, they grew louder and more intense. Gunshots echoed through the air, punctuated by explosions that seemed to shake the very foundations of the place I was in. Voices, panicked and unfamiliar, added to the noise. 'There are people! I am sure those are real voices!' I told myself. There were screams and shouts, all blending into a chaotic mess. I tried to make sense of it all. The sounds were overwhelming, it made my head spin more. The thought seeped into my consciousness like a cold draft, sending a shiver down my spine. 'Am I in hell!?' The question echoed through my mind, refusing to be silenced. It was a notion that seemed almost laughable, yet terrifyingly possible. The chaos, the pain, and the darkness all seemed to fit the bill, like pieces of a twisted puzzle falling into place. As I pondered the possibility, the surrounding sounds - the gunshots, explosions, and panicked voices - seemed to take on a new, hellish quality. The ache in my body felt like the weight of eternal torment. But even in such despair, a spark of hope flickered within me. I knew I had to cling to it, no matter how slim it seemed. Hope that this wasn't the end, hope that there was more to my existence than this darkness, hope that I could find a way out of this abyss. It was a fragile thread, but it was all I had, and I held onto it with desperation, refusing to let the shadows consume me entirely. I strained to push myself up, but my arms felt like lead weights, heavy and unresponsive. Every muscle seemed to protest, screaming in agony as I struggled to move. My body felt like it was trapped in a vice, with no escape. The pain and exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to consume me whole. As I lay there, helpless, a wave of despair threatened to overwhelm me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of darkness, with no lifeline in sight. But then, like a beacon in the night, I heard a voice. It was faint, but it was there - a gentle, reassuring sound that cut through the chaos and pain. 'Please, help me!' I said, trying to shout it, but my voice was too weak. I continued to cry out for help in my thoughts, my mind reaching out desperately for rescue. The person who owns that voice was my only hope, my only chance for survival. I focused on it, my heart beating with anticipation, as I prayed that whoever it was would hear me, would find me, and would save me from this living nightmare. The voices were getting clearer, and I could sense that someone had entered the space I was in. "They infiltrated the first three floors!" one of them shouted, their tone urgent and serious. I continued to keep my eyes closed, trying to process what was happening. The sound of heavy breathing was unmistakable, and I wondered if this person would be my savior or my demise. A second voice chimed in closer to me, "We'll be safe here for a while. There are only a couple of minutes left." The words were reassuring, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. I tried to open my eyes again, but the person was out of sight. However, I noticed a bluish glow emanating from their direction. The conversation continued, with the first voice exclaiming, "Wow! Almost 2 AM! Thank God." The second voice responded, "The plus one appeared here." The words were cryptic, and I struggled to understand their meaning. "There, at the corner. Want to be the spokesperson for tonight?" The response was dismissive, "Nah. You go. I'll guard here. I'm good on my own. Sorry, brother, I can't share my food. I'm young, so I need more energy." As I listened to their conversation, a sense of unease crept up in me. I couldn't make sense of what they were discussing, and the mention of guarding and food only added to my confusion. I tried to move, to check what was wrong, but my body seemed frozen in time. My heart raced. I wondered what had happened to me and why I was unable to move. The sound of footsteps echoed through the space, slowly walking towards me. Each step seemed to echo in my mind, turning my confusion into panic. Who was coming towards me? What did they want? Was this the end? The questions swirled in my head, and I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the unknown, as the footsteps grew louder and closer. But instead of the expected threat, a worried voice called out to me. "Selene? Oh my God! Is that really you!? Can you hear me!?" The guy's tone was laced with concern, and his voice sparked a glimmer of recognition, but I couldn't quite place it. My response was hesitant, my mind still foggy and confused. "I don't know what's going on," I admitted, trying to piece together my surroundings and situation. "Who are you and where am I?" The guy's worried sigh was clear enough, and his next words were urgent. "Selene, wake up! Can you hear me? You're... you're going to be OK! Please, hold on!" As he spoke, he tried to lift me into his arms, and I felt a surge of panic. But before I could process anything further, two more gunshots pierced the air. The sound was quieter than before, but it still made me flinch. And then, there was nothing. Silence.