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Sam sighed, it was another day in his boring life, same plant he barely remembers to water, same cracks in the ceiling, same voice in his head telling him to look outside.
He looked to the drawn curtains and then to his nearby laptop, thankfully the power still was on. Ever since…it happened he had been trapped in his apartment for a while, he kinda forgot the days blurred into one mass.
“Look outside, just one peak it's fine”
That voice again, he walked to the curtains and reached for them, wait no. Stop it.
He turned and noticed a crack in his wall, and an eye. “Uh?” Sam said a bit confused as the eye blinked.
“Right right I was supposed to tell you not to look outside, I kinda mixed up the two” the female voice said, it sounded familiar.
“Sybil right?” Sam asked as the eye blinked rapidly before saying, “Thats right, yeah thats me, sorry lost my train of thought, I’m your friendly neighbor, we talked a few times like bout…uh…weather right….”
There was a pause before Sybil then asked, “Weird weather right?”
Sam gave a weak smile, “yeah” he said walking over to the hole, “uh everything ok in your end?” he asked trying to figure out if his neighbor was alright.
“Well…I feel a bit itchy but aside from that I think I’m good….I think. Days blurring but people are saying we got 15 days before it all blows over, it was that or 50…I kinda forget” she said
Sam looked to his calendar and then Sybil said, “you know, if you’ve been inside for too much you are gonna go crazy, maybe you should walk around a bit, stretch your legs, make some friends…find food that isn’t half frozen chicken pucks” she said in an almost snarky tone.
Sam nodded his head, “...maybe you are right….err after breakfast” he said walking out of his room and into his apartment.
He looked around, it was clean enough, comfortable, and even if he was behind on the rent, well….the landlord Mr. Henderson hasn’t come up yet so guess bigger problems to worry about.
He went to his kitchen part of his apartment and opened the fridge, “...hmmm yeah she’s right I need more food, least more variety” he muttered pulling out some chock pockets, “chock full of all you need” he muttered remembering that jingle, he popped them into the microwave, waited 5 minutes and had a breakfast that was one half ice cold, other half boiling lava hot…
There was a knock on the door and he froze….who could be here?
He cautiously walked to the door and checked the peephole when he saw a large imposing figure through the eyehole, it appeared to be wielding some sort of a weapon.
“Wh-who-who are you?” Sam called out keeping the door locked
The figure had a low feminine tone, “Place to stay, can I come in?”
“Look I’m not looking for trouble, could you uh leave?” Sam asked before the figure was silent and then turned to walk away.
Sam waited, and waited, but the figure didn’t return. He opened the door and looked around the hall, he saw no sign of the figure.
But he did see a large blood trail, very bright red too indicating how fresh it was leading past his apartment. He looked around, it seemed to lead to the far left of the floor, near the elevators.
He ran back into his apartment and went to his bathroom, he took a deep breath opening up his medicine cabinet to grab his first aid kit and then psyche himself up. “If someone is hurt…I mean I should try and help right?” he asked himself.
He stepped out of the safety of his apartment and began to make his way towards the open door at the end of the hall, where the blood trail led…
Walking into the open room, it was dark save the sound of static from a tv, the blood trail led further in. “Hey sorry for trespassing but if you are hurt i’m here to help” Sam called out stepping forward, he heard no response. He moved further in, and saw the trail lead into a bathroom. “Hey…do you need help?” he asked looking further in, he saw a figure illuminated by the bathroom light, he seemed to be looking at himself in a mirror, before turning around to see Sam, holding something behind his back.
“Huh….oh, I don’t need help…but maybe you need help” he said, in a strange uncomfortable calm, more so since Sam could see a large cut across his chest.
The man began to walk towards Sam, ‘Hold on I just came to check on you, just calm down” Sam said stepping back as the man brandished a large chefs knife, “oh don’t worry I’m going to help you see….it's ok I am here to help” he said as he began to run the knife across his own chest, and Sam’s eyes widened in horror as the man laughed plunging the blade into himself, digging into flesh.
“You looked outside didn’t you” Sam said realizing why this man had lost his mind, rumors online of people going mad from what was happening were all over. He stepped back nervously watching the man laugh insanely as a giant eye rose up from the wound and gazed at Sam.
“Don’t worry I’ll help you see…” The man said walking towards Sam, ready to slice into him. Holding the blade out his eyes twitching he moved to "open" Sam's eyes in his own twisted way.
“I don’t want to hurt you” Sam cried out falling onto his back, the man laughed, “makes it easy for me!”
But then a large figure bolted through the room and shoulder tackled the man back into the wall, and Sam saw it. A large burly…woman? Wearing a hockey mask, purple sweater and black slacks, but more importantly, holding a large cleaver, one with clearly dried blood on it.
The figured looked down onto Sam, “You ok?” it was the same voice as before.
Sam nodded his head, the man cried out as he grabbed his knife from the ground and ran to slice up the woman, “Fine! What's more people gazing at the beau-”
The woman swung her cleaver, the man’s face was split in half as if he asked for a bit too much off the top.
“Who…are you?” Sam asked as the woman relaxed her stance, ‘Hellen, I’m a gardener….”