A nightmare.....That I ran

I ran. I ran like a bull to save my life. I was running for so long that I myself had forgotten what I was running from. Was it my own deed or was it my fear. I still don’t know. It seemed I had been running for eternity and still a long way ahead.

I was all wet. I was feeling so hot that even sun seemed colder. My legs were giving up. I could no longer feel them; as if I was hovering over the ground. I looked down to ensure they were there. Then came the most dreadful moment as I saw what was underneath me. My eyes widened as I saw what no man should ever see. It was a road made up of carcasses.

Innumerable bones of human beings were below me and a sky brewing blood longing to consume me. The clouds were as black as death itself. I was being torn apart by the horror.
I ran, not caring about what happened, not caring about how they got there. I had to save my life. I ran.

Sometimes a man’s sixth sense leaves him to ponder over the question of his existence, of his deeds and the very reason that why he is doing something. It was a wrong time for such a thought. I had to look behind to find out the answer to the question. It would have been much better if I hadn’t. At first, I tried but couldn’t. The fear of running slowly kept me looking forward. Somehow I managed to get a glimpse of what was behind me.

It was a gun. A black revolver. I could even smell the gunpowder. This lanky man wore a black coat and a black boulder hat. His face seemed to be plastic-white, covered with black thick framed goggles.

When a man has a gun, he is no longer a man. He forgets who he really is, to live in the pool of power carried by him. His hands begin to feel the energy in the gun. He feels united with the metal that he carries. But this man did not seem to be a human. He was rather a machine, with no emotions. He carried the same expression all along. He was as calm as wind. No sign of anger, power or revenge. He just kept on following me like something dead.
It seemed he was not at all tired. No emotion of fatigue could be seen on his face.
I heard a gunshot. I was scared off my life. Still I kept on running. I ran like a deer that was running from a hunter. I had totally lost my breath. Yet I ran. Not thinking of what could happen, what was ahead, I ran.

I realized that the distance between us was decreasing. I had to run but I no longer could, now I didn’t need to, I had reached my destination. I had reached The dehumanator………..

To be contd…..