I don’t(can’t) write fiction, but I love a challenge.
Now, I am not as good of a writer as him, I definitely know way fewer words, and I have written fiction only once, failing miserably. But here goes my attempt at a flash fiction sequel. I had to admit, it was fun, maybe I will restart writing fiction!
Sick Day continued
You’re safe in the tunnel. I tried to induce sobriety in my body.
Every inch of me was trembling with horror.
I became muddled. Air failed to fill my lungs. Bright dots danced on the dusty windshield, and a sudden darkness swallowed everything.
I woke up, slowly opening my heavy eyelids. Realization struck my groggy mind and my eyes shot wide open. Phew, it was a dream, after all. I melted back into the sleepy daze.
I was slipping back into the bliss when everything began to quiver and quake. A roaring bang split my ears, I scoured for the source.
Stinging darts of panic stabbed my body. This wasn’t my room. This wasn’t even a room.
I was confined to six walls of metal bars. The elephantine arm was shaking the cage. Attached to it was a colossal man, gesturing towards a metal box in the corner.
I was no longer disengaged. Muscle memory wouldn’t help me now, my muscles had no memory of this.
Perturbed by adrenaline, I walked towards the metal box and entered the tunnel-shaped door.
There he was, my boss, knife in hand, gawking at me with wrathful eyes.
He charged at me.
UPDATE: For part 3 read Viola’s brilliant sequel.