this is slowly progressing to an unpleasant nightmare as chapters increase
I thought of naming it Existing By FAR (is the most _______ ever) now omit the parentheses and fill in the blanks with what you feel for each chapter i write. Like: Existing By FAR is the most horrifying thing ever. /hj
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No.
Just....no.
Chocolate buildings of varying kinds and designs towered over the sleeping cats lying on the ground that looks like the classic red and white checkered picnic blanket but it was the pattern of the planet's actual ground.
The sky above was filled with different colors of cotton candy which must be the equivalent of clouds that birds fly through, or in this case, gummy bears.
Yes. The gummy bears are flying. She, too, wishes to fly far faaaaar away.
.....
Is that a lollipop sun?
A faded image beyond the horizon caught her attention as she looked around.
Oh, would you look at that. Just like a mountain far from one's reach and is often a landscape view preserved in a picture be it through phone or photocard.
A strawberry fountain. A freaking strawberry fondue fou- whAT IS THIS%&^$#!?!?
No. Tired. She's too tired. Nope.
She went back inside on her way to become one with the bed.
"Wait, no! I swear, it's fine. Though it looks ridiculous-"
"Ridiculous?!" she shrieked, shifting from her prone position on the bed to look at the one who spoke, "Ridiculous, it's horrendous! Horrifying! No, no way. I'm not gonna process all that. Sorry, boy of my dreams. I'm gonna wake up, now."
Screw all signs of her actually having amnesia, she's getting out of here.
She tried opening her eyes to the real world, back to the bedroom, and wake up to the sound of the fan, quiet television in the living room, and the running washing machine outside since her mom would be doing the laundry early in the morning.
But no matter how hard she tried feeling that usually-easy-to-find line between fiction and reality...
Nothing.
She can't feel it.
She can't see it.
Nothing.
It's like trying to tug invisible curtain blinds only to find out that there's nothing to pull up. It's not there.
It's not.
She clutched onto the blanket, feeling its softness. Unless she ate something to make her hallucinate, or maybe there's a methane gas leak, the situation is somewhat clear to her.
This is real.
This is real.
So then why are there so many abominations outside?
Holograms? Virtual reality? Is this what they call The Matrix? She doesn't even know what that is!
"Just breathe," the boy said with a hint of distress though he was probably trying to calm her down. "It doesn't make sense but I promise, this is the truth. And you can be free to express your anger, excitement, sadness, anything! Just, please stay calm because.."
She has an idea of what this might be, without any digital devices or illusionment. But it wasn't an answer she was looking forward to.
"We....we're in another world."
"Come on, what the fuck."
Her parents would not like that she said that. But hey, she's done a fairly good job not cursing until now, hasn't she?
Still on the bed, she turned face up to lay on her back and covered her eyes, sighing from pure enervation.
For a few minutes, she laid there while the boy considerately waited. Or maybe he was getting annoyed but she gave up caring. She gave up thinking.
Her head usually filled with calculating thoughts now run blank. She should think about what her next move will be, but she feels empty. Drained. Laying down is so relieving, though. So she stayed like that. She'd stay like that forever, if she could.
......
Ugh, fine.
After a deep breath in and out, she sat up.
"What's your name?" she asked to the other person who had been leaning on the wall, hearing coldness in her voice that she hadn't meant to direct at him.
"...Would you like that in full name, first name, or nickname?" he softly responded.
"All of the above, please."
If she forgot a lot of things, she might as well know everything.
...
He looked sad.
"I'm..so sorry," she started. She hated being mad at others.
"I was rude. I..I didn't mean to be like this-"
"No! No, please. It's okay. I promise. Don't...don't worry."
He looks sadder now, but he managed to show a small smile.
"Zachary. Zachary Louis Dee. Of course, you can call me Zach, for short, like everyone else does but.....you call me Zed sometimes."
Seemingly shy, he rubbed the back of his neck.
Zed, huh? She would come up with that nickname. Z being the first letter of his first name, his last name starting with D, pronunciation of 'z' being 'zed' in some places, it was a lame attempt. That's a trademark of her naming style.
Unless it wasn't her who came up with it, otherwise she just insulted a random stranger.
Before she could ask, he – ....Zachary – continued to speak.
"I know it's sort of shocking and weird and just plenty but you'll be at peace to where we'll be heading. It's calmer there, with way less sugar and.....dead cats."
What.
Eyes wide, she looked at him demanding a take-back because no, she was NOT going to accept that those cats were dead.
"Ther- What are you- Oh."
'Oh' indeed.
Panic made its way to be clear in his eyes, or atleast she thought so.
"I-I mean they're not dead dead. They're dead but it's not bad like death. They're zombies, but they don't bite. I MEAN-"
"Is it some sort of a normal or natural phenomenon in this world?"
Zachary looked like he wanted to explain all of it.
"Y-yes...They-they're meow zombies-"
"Okay, sorry. When we get to the place, can I just read a book about it?"
She's not gonna process anything without a book.
"Of course," he said with the knowing voice like before, back when he questioned her memory. Except now, it's in a lighter tone. Like a friend who understands why their companion would want a book instead of a discussion.
Zach made his way to the door and for the second time, he held the knob. This time, he made sure.
"Are you ready?" he asked as if they'll be going to battle.
