The Creative Works Of Dr Zogg
When first light did eventually come, his nerves, his entire sense of awareness had been tattered and torn; ragged like fabric that had been ripped from a tapestry. He’d managed to hold some water down, enough that he’d actually gone to the toilet as well but it had been when he’d looked out from the window and down to the pavement below before it came back up.
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He’d been walking the streets outside. They were everywhere; lining the pavements, strewn across the road. But they weren’t even the victims of the Plague, they’d done it to themselves. Through madness, through delirium brought on by the nightmares, something he hadn’t understood at all; but they were all there. Read More
The next island was nothing he could have expected, like nothing he’d seen or been able to imagine either Read More
The set of steps spiralled upward further than any of the previous had. It had been just as the top became visible ahead, a gargantuan hum became perceptible through the air, the growl of a beast, or perhaps a giant machine gently idling. Read More
There had been a spiralling set of stairs at the back, but upon approaching then to ascend, The Prisoner found the strangest thing begin to unfold. Read More
On his way upward to the next island, The Prisoner had, for the first time, sensed something was wrong. Not in himself, but the world, the prison around him. Whether it was an onset effect from the presence of The Mirror ahead, or something else he didn’t know. Read More
“They told me you were coming, The Prison Guard alerted everyone.” The Dancer said once The Prisoner had approached.
“You could rule your own island, as I do, or is it The Ladder you climb?”
They stood there in the heat for several seconds in silence before The Prisoner reached for his sword, the blade catching the light as he drew it.
“So be it then, have you danced before?” She asked pulling out several flechettes from the folds of her clothing. Read More
The Prisoner went out from the cell and into the weird light outside where the Prison Guard stood waiting for him. Unsheathing his sword, he watched as the Guard kept his eyes firmly on him, the blade catching the light, a stream of light seeming to bounce off of the edge. Read More
“I can hear the footsteps, clip clop.”
The prisoner sank and rose in and out of consciousness, almost like the morning after a heavy night.
“Come on, wake up, the Prison Guard’s coming back.” Read More
I feel as though time itself has finally halted completely, there is no distinction between moments anymore, this planet, and everything on it, ceases to have meaning or any understandable quality to it. Everything that mankind had achieved, its history, its constructs and its intricately woven beliefs have now dissolved into the haze of radiation. I think, or so I believe as far as I can tell, that I am one of, or possibly the last person alive on this Earth. I am, the Dûm Walker.
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