[DREAM] And they say, "Don't panic!"
He was no where he knew, in the middle of some apartment complex, trapped.
Trapped, trapped, trapped! And it was not funny. Especially when Wei-Fa Yao was crammed into the edge of the closet, hands clamped over his ears, really wishing the banging and laughing would go away from outside it. What did he ever do to deserve this? He wasn't a reckless driver! He wasn't anything out of the norm! He wasn't anything!
This was all already a nightmare.
Or coma induced.
That's right. He was laying the hospital, and he was alive, and this was all just-- But it wasn't.
Even he knew that.
...right?
Wei did not need whatever that monster was out there. Sloppy and goopy and oh, good gods, it was oozing under the door! And it was all green and just... gross! So gross! Though the more frightening part of it, the worst part of it, was not knowing why this was happening, in all twenty-four years of his life, with his twenty-fifth crawling around the corner on battered hands and knees it seemed, nothing like this had ever happened. Ever. And the cold, sickly chills of the thought that Wei was going to die there, in that closet, it was almost poetically tragic. His life had took a dip into a B horror movie and he was going to end up muck, too.
He would have laughed hysterically if he wasn't busy trying to hope for the best.
The good guys always live in these movies, right?
...he was doomed...
Trapped, trapped, trapped! And it was not funny. Especially when Wei-Fa Yao was crammed into the edge of the closet, hands clamped over his ears, really wishing the banging and laughing would go away from outside it. What did he ever do to deserve this? He wasn't a reckless driver! He wasn't anything out of the norm! He wasn't anything!
This was all already a nightmare.
Or coma induced.
That's right. He was laying the hospital, and he was alive, and this was all just-- But it wasn't.
Even he knew that.
...right?
Wei did not need whatever that monster was out there. Sloppy and goopy and oh, good gods, it was oozing under the door! And it was all green and just... gross! So gross! Though the more frightening part of it, the worst part of it, was not knowing why this was happening, in all twenty-four years of his life, with his twenty-fifth crawling around the corner on battered hands and knees it seemed, nothing like this had ever happened. Ever. And the cold, sickly chills of the thought that Wei was going to die there, in that closet, it was almost poetically tragic. His life had took a dip into a B horror movie and he was going to end up muck, too.
He would have laughed hysterically if he wasn't busy trying to hope for the best.
The good guys always live in these movies, right?
...he was doomed...