Chapter 3: Nightmare
"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"
- John Lennon
Sometimes you hear stories about traumatic experiences, how during them, people can somehow turn off their emotional switch in their brain at the time as a survival instinct and then later have to go to therapy when it starts coming up later in life.
Apollo was almost certain now that all those stories were fake.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHH"
Apollo woke up with tremendous pain in his abdomen. He looked down to see shrapnel from the crash sticking out from the right side of his stomach. His mind was going blank again and he felt he was about to pass out, but he stopped looking at the injury and tried his hardest to focus on happy things. His family, his friends. Remembering about his friends and classmates, he looked up. What he saw horrified him.
Blood, flesh, limbs. Everywhere. The bodies of his friends, his teacher, thrown about the whole totaled bus as if it were a horror movie set. If he was more lucid at the time he would have wondered how a crash could have done so much horrific damage to those seated in a bus. But he was not lucid, at least not anymore.
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He let out a blood curdling scream, his eyes dilated, his face scrunching up in terror. He hadn't realized it when he woke up, but now he did. It smelled like blood; like death. You can think that you have smelt something awful before, maybe you have thought that you might have smelt the worst smelling thing on the planet. Unless you have smelt death before, you are wrong.
Apollo threw up everything he remembered eating that day. Tears running down his cheeks. He wanted to get up and check to see if even one person remaining was breathing. He tried to get up at least, but he had forgotten about the shrapnel.
He grunted from the pain as he sat back down. His mind racing, his tears continuing to run down his face. Blood from his injury, or perhaps others, had soaked his clothes. Even though the blood shouldn't had bothered him with him already being mentally scarred and the pain from the injury taking up most of his attention, it did. It was sticky, uncomfortable, and added even more despair to the horrifying situation he was already in.
*Crunch*, Apollo was alerted to what sounded like a twig snapping outside the bus. His already adrenaline filled body was again boosted with more adrenaline than he had ever felt in his entire life. He knew he had to get out, that he had to run. Whatever that thing was that attacked the bus might come back, or even worse, that there were more of them.
Apollo got up, still with pain, but it was possible now with all the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He carefully stepped carefully over the lifeless bodies of his friends, dry heaving since he no longer had anything left in his stomach to throw up, and got to the front of the bus. The bus had caved in from one side due to the creature, and most of the metal shell of the bus looked deformed. To be truthful, it barely looked like a bus anymore; inside, or out. The doors of the bus had thankfully been busted open, Apollo didn't what to know how, but if they hadn't been, he probably wouldn't be able to open up the deformed doors otherwise.
Apollo got out of the bus and ran. Well, at least walk as fast as he could with his injury. He didn't know when any of those creatures would catch up to him or find him, but he did not have the courage to look behind him. He ran for what seemed like hours, though only twenty minutes, and still did not find any traces of civilization, just more to the creepy forest. They say you can only go so deep into a forest half way, because the second half of you going into the forest is actually you going towards the other end of it. So Apollo decided he would just keep fast-walking in a straight line. The problem was through, his adrenaline was wearing off, and the pain and weakness came back in full force. He knew he needed to stop and find a place to rest, he didn't know how large this forest was, and it could be hours, even days before he got out. Finally after travelling through the forest for what seemed like forever, Apollo found a hollowed out tree that was big enough for him to fit into. He crawled through the small hole in the tree, slowed his breathing, hoped no creature would find him, and passed out again.
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