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- Hotline Waffegeist: E P I L O G U E
- How long has it been since that moment? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? …Years? All sense of time is non-existent.
- Darkness surrounds me, blocking all my senses. Even my sense of self feels like it is slipping every now and then.
- And when it happens, flashbacks of that moment keep replaying. Always ends the same way.
- >It all happened in a flash, completely out of nowhere. One moment I was in my chair, and then I felt spirited away.
- >And now, I remain in limbo, neither sure if I am alive or dead.
- >Sometimes I hear voices, though I cannot make out what is being said, or it is in fragments.
- “-ropped off like this.”
- >”-ou hear he died?”
- “-e murderer is still unknow-“
- >”-missing, and still being search-”
- “-push for legal prote-“
- >”-saved us-“
- All these things that happened, have they all been a dream? Is any of this real? So much has happened, or at least I think happened.
- >I think I will continue to remain asleep, for there is nothing else I can do with this feeling of complete disconnect.
- I see a light ahead, is this finally it? I feel stuck and unable to move any of myself, but the light persists.
- >Faces flash before my eyes, but I cannot see them. It is all a blur.
- +“**** can you hear me?”
- Am I waking up? Is the dream finally over?
- * “How is he?”
- +“He has begun to move, and his eyes open intermittently”
- * “Can you hear me? If you can, tap two times.”
- I try to tap with all I can, but the voices from before do not answer back.
- >Time continues to drift by as I wait in white light.
- >Voices continue to come and go, whispering or muffled, but always fragmented.
- >I still try to hold on each perceivable day, hoping for this nightmare to end.
- *“-ou awake?”
- A blurred face appears once again, but now with greater clarity. It is the face of an older looking man in a whit-Wait a minute! Where am I? What is this place? Why can I not move!?
- *”Patient is agitated again! Nurse, bring ----- stat!”
- Agitated again? What is going on!? Get awa…
- * “Hello there. I need you to remain calm, and that you are in a safe place.”
- “ugnh.”
- * “If you can understand what I am saying, please move your head up and down or tap once.”
- I feel dulled, but I complied move my head as instructed.
- * “Good, able to move again and responsive.”
- * “Now, how many fing-“
- For the next few weeks, similar tests were conducted. It wasn’t until I regained my ability to see clearly and had shown that I haven’t become retarded that I was told I had been in a coma for almost 4 weeks. I was soon released from the hospital, and was sent home after confirming that I have regained my ability to move independently.
- Thrust back into reality, I return to the only clue I have to where I call home.
- >Yet, everything doesn’t seem right. A part of me feels as though there is a large hole that hasn’t been filled.
- >I continue to languish, and hold onto memories of this dream.
- >What is this new sensation? This feeling, I know it from somewhere. But why is it also raining?
- >My vision returns, and…
- “It wasn’t a dream. Viveca, how I missed you!”
- >”P-papa? You’re alive? I saw you die!”
- I embraced Viveca as hard as I could, weeping. We survived through it all, from storming gangbangers to taking out heads of state. And now we’re are out, retired to a place where the both of us can live without fear, and away from the warzone to live out our lives in a place where these wonderful girls are accepted.
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