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Horror

There are stranger places to wake up, he wondered to himself after a while.

He breathed out, shivering. Misty fog curled away from his mouth, unseen in the low light.

Please be a dream.

He opened his eyes again, slowly, but the bodies were still there, alas. Strewn about him everywhere, skin pale and sallow in the flickering light.

Suddenly, again – darkness.

He knew he had to move eventually. He opened his eyes again and looked straight ahead, avoiding having to look at the situation around him. There was a spot on the wall. It looked grey to him but it was too dark to make out any colours.

The light flickered again.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he began to make out the outlines of their bodies.

There are 4 bodies around me, he thought to himself, daring to count them for the first time. They were all face-down, in strange positions, their limbs bent awkwardly.

He realised he knew who they all were.

He was standing now, the last of the pins-and-needles kicked out of his feet. He walked over to the nearest body and squat down next to it. He knew who it was. He could recognise that body anywhere; they’d known each other for almost their whole lives.

He reached out a hand to touch the arm of the body he was next to, but pulled back.

It’s just Omar, what are you so scared of?

He reached out and as his finger touched skin he felt a shock and the light went out.

He felt the cold concrete wall against his back again.

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