Randomly sharing a simple story I made. 😆😍
There is one place somewhere in the Philippines, I presume. Forest, river, and an open space. An open space with ruined building that serves as the main location of the situation. At the time I remembered, I don't know how we got in there. All I know, we are a group of friends with couples, I don't even remember who they are, all I know is they're Caucasians. It started on a night of camping inside the forest with my so called friends.
All of us wearing a dark color puffer coat. Roaming, fooling, and hunting for nothing. Until one moment, something or someone is fooling us. Lost, exhausted, confused and terrified. Looking for answers,"Are we alone?" I was the silent one, trying to figure out the situation. Couples are hugging. Singles are shocked. Killers are unknown. We didn't even know what is going on. Until it came, it was a Caucasian killers. Forcing, commanding, and assaulting while us, screaming, crying, begging and Me, just shock and quiet. STIFF.
Have we just woke up or they just gave us a vision of this situation? It was a dark huge hallway. It felt like we're inside of a horror house full of good props not from scrap materials. Black curtain, shadow light, and people? Like seriously, there are people, guiding, a tour guide. There are voices, a lots of Caucasian people. Caucasian tour guide, Caucasian voice speaker with Caucasian captive friends. We are still prisoners but I guess, we are players for a Jigsaw puzzle. Pawn for fun. I get it, we do get it. That's why everybody is so alert on what is happening. We don't want to die. We want to win. We just want to save ourselves, escape on our own. Sweating intensely and thirst for rescue but we're still alive. Laughing seriously and hunger for fun but killers have not yet enough. On each every obstacle, someone might die, all of us might live. But, someone did die and we have to proceed and cry. And the next obstacle, we have to get each one a bicycle, we have to ride on it while continuing the game on a hallway. It was a place of the outside building. A scary abandoned side forest. Thankfully, we just came back to the dark hallway again. But this time, there's one situation that is very unusual happened to them. To us, it's weird, each every weird situation is an answer. A technical problem, a break time and a savior. We saw people working behind the curtains. Working like a stage people like theater actors and yes, they're Caucasians. It feels like we're the audience, at the same time we're the players. Just like PC gamers, only it was live. Everybody stopped, just like a director's says cut. People fix their mechanics that they're operating. This was the situation that they are scaring us through a shadow dancing. They were explaining a prophecy that might happen if we didn't do it properly. A supernatural prophecy rather. There is one black guy, an African-American I suspected. The way he speaks and dress. His accent define him that he came from a foreign land, not in his origin. He lead us to the next obstacle. He said that we have to skip this because they have to fix it first. That is the first time, we saw a light after that night. Not coming from the huge spotlight but coming from the huge window. We heard the river flows, the howls of the windy forest and a hope that I might survive. Me, thought of only surviving. The only objective that we know from a Jigsaw puzzle is just to survive by yourself. So, we hurriedly, went to the next hallway down to the left side. The African-American guy burst into anger when he saw one of my guy friend, who is blonde, dragging the bicycle instead of riding on it. I don't know if he still alive because of a mistake could end their lives and it does, I never saw him again.
A major tragedy that shut down the entire establishment. Everything is extremely dark. 0% light, 0% vision, 0% hope but 100% pain I felt on every step I ran, I bumped, I touched and I fell, just to escape. Just woke up, without a good picture of me but a bad picture of myself in an abandoned room. Old spacey stockroom. I don't even know how long I was sleeping. All I know, I am safe near in escaping this dark hole we fell. I don't know where is everybody, I don't know where are my foreign friends. I do hope them a good luck in life. All I know is just by myself, trying to live. I am stock in this room for more than 2 weeks and yes, I haven't eaten anything. Just looking through a window with a view of a forest and a construction site beneath. It was a yellowish ground with a calm flow of a small river. I don't know which side of this establishment is the larger body of the river for what we heard a good flow of a water. I don't want to go outside, I can't get a glimpse of me escaping. All I know is I'm hearing voices. People working and talking about their duties and processes. They just keep on ignoring this room. Like what I said, it was an old abandoned stock room with fewer things, just like an attic, wooden spacey room. I can't get any answers from all things I saw, but I saw someone, my mother. I was so shocked. A lot of people coming in. I can't think of anything just to stop them from going but I presume, the moment they reach the abut of this extremely large property, they are dead. My mother was so happy and giggling with her friends and there this Caucasian tour guides, guiding. They thought it was an amusement park. It seems that, she hasn't even known I was missing for so long. I was waving just to give them a warning, but I think all of us would be dead if they saw me. I was on high top just like Rapunzel, waiting for nothing. That is the last time I saw my mother.
I got out the room. I don't know when, I don't know how and I don't even know what I am doing right now. I was still in shock. Sitting for so long. People are looking at me. The Caucasian workers were accompanying me. Some of them working, commanding, killing, and some of them are ... Filipinos. All of the Filipinos, I think were their slaves. They didn't even recognize me that I was a pure Filipino or they just don't care. I thought of a second, I was with them working. They instruct me of my duties and yes, I am doing it professionally. We even visited the slave's village to set rules. A small wooden home came from scrap garbage. I think I gained their trust. I talked to a different nationalities of people around living in this world. Filipinos are begging in the process that they can't longer be followed. They tired of acting to scare new people. A lot of people died, vanished and suffered. You just have to follow them in order to live normal like you are not going to die. I was just an associate. I only follow rules and give order but I don't hurt or punish people. I saw them suffering through the hard pain they are receiving. When I spend my free time, I was like walking freely in their world. I walked in and out of the establishment. I even visited the forest, often. Still, I don't have any answers that to end my curiosity. I'm afraid to ask. A moment later while wandering I saw this survivor. I think one of the captives has just about to escape. Before leaving, he looked at me. He thought I was going to kill him but no, I helped him in escaping. I just knew that I was an undercover agent helping captives. All I know is killing is a crime so, I had to do the right way. But still it confuses me on each time a new situation is coming. No answer is coming in. I made an analysis, though. I think that they drugged me, that drug didn't take effect and still was consciously knowing everything from the start of this shitty hole we got into. I never ask and I never saw my people again.
Each time goes by, I'm still working with them but I've never killed somebody ever. I was with them laughing, celebrating and making friends. For a long time, I forgot what am I fighting for. Another situation happened. It gave me a wake up call. I thought the game was over but my fellow workers just shouted "the winner is disobeying". She was an Indian, I guess. She was wearing a very simple and lavender of "
Salmar Kameez" with hijab. Once again, I don't know why. She was saying something, I guess she was giving a voice from a slave about having a little right. And she did not last, she was killed by a leader. A leader that could be the one in-charge in this chaos. He just looked like Corey Stoll, an American Actor in waking life. He killed her at her back with a magnum shot. She fell on a cliff, a cliff looking like a staired rice terraces. Her body fell down hardly. Just like an American movie, their reaction and acting was too cool. And me, just silent. But once again, another victim of death, was about to escape. She was a poor looking native average girl. She was caught in the act of escaping. Before the workers attempted to shoot her, she jumped and took a suicide. And again, her body fell harshly on a cliff looking like staired rice terraces. I saw her reaction. Before she took her jump, she made a dramatic farewell. She looked at us, hopeless but determined that she is ready to die. What a fierce delivery. Finally, I knew I was getting close on a higher people who is running this hell. This is the first time I saw that bald and huge built Caucasian. I saw him command, kill, and instruct to his workers. That is the place where I saw a laboratory through a green glass that I include it on my analysis. On a second thought, it was a huge experimentation on something but still unknown motives. I can really feel that I was part of them. Especially, this doctor looking Gordon Freeman but looking fat Mexican who I guess, likes me. He keeps on checking on me. BUT the most weirdest of all things happened. I just flirted the leader. In my old life before this, I really do like Caucasians. I have a lot of crushes to an American actor and few British. Subconsciously, telling me, I really like them. Our eyes had met when I began to flirt him. We are currently in a watch tower control room looking and working with the Boss or so called the leader. That's the time we looked at each other. I stood up and touched his chest while seductively, walking away. That's how I got his full attention. I felt I was Megan Fox but was visioning my face. Quickly, we did the deed but before that happened. I was able to check his little place. It is not that fancy for a leader's territory. A narrow like condo unit style flat but make it uglier. I saw people inside, a Filipino slave as his maid. She was an old woman. Fixing and commanding her before she left us alone. I think he likes me. He was nice, though. Of course, he was about to go down. Although, we are excited about it. Before entering his small room, I saw my FATHER!. Yes, he is. Was my father part of this mess? What could be the meaning of all this bizarre condition that bothers me every time? Why is it my own family was here? Did the drug was so damn high? Is it?... I saw him about to sleep and rest in the other room. I told him that I was not comfortable doing it because the wall is so thin. It feels like it's just a plywood and I told him, I am too loud. Yes, I want to express the feeling but still we did it. I think I just did that in order for me to know more a lot of his motives and everything. He was hurriedly fixing and preparing while on towel. Yeah, I saw it and he was really a white huge man. They let us play in their game of shadow and now, I'm hiding through their shadow. Let the real game begin.
To be continue ...
P.S. Just want to share a random post due to limited shared pages for this blog.
