"Interior Dark" - A Fan-Fic By 'thejon93'

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Title: 'Interior Dark'

Author: Jonathan ('thejon93') Abbott

Genre: Mystery, Thriller

Description: In the heart of an unknown war, Harris finds himself awoken by the blast of an explosion outside the abandoned warehouse; to which he finds himself mysteriously inside. Unaware of how he came to be there, Harris must not only find his way out, he must also find a way to evade the enemy making their way inside.

Rating: PG-13

 

[thejon93]

Chapter 1:

The room was pitch-black.

Inside and in the distance, the sound of little feet crawling along the floorboards could be heard. A rat.

Outside, the murmurs and faint yells of men and women seemingly fighting could be heard. Gunshots.

Suddenly, a bullet from one of the guns outdoors collided with the wall of the warehouse. The hole it created allowed a small patch of light from outside to glow amongst the room.

However, the light revealed a figure lying unconscious amongst the floor.

It was a male. He was clothed in what appeared to be brown and black attire, his hair was dark-brown.

Drool from the crack of his lips had caught hold of the floorboard below his cheek. His chest slowly moved in and out, showcasing that he was still alive.

Along the floor beside him lied debris from the ceiling; seemingly created from the war going on outside.

A faint sound of a trigger pull back and a bullet flying came from outside, followed almost immediately by the sound of a man's cries of pain. And immediately after that, more gunfire began to ignite from one-side of the battlefield. Slowly coming in from the other side, gunfire began to erupt as well.

Every so often, it seemed, somebody would be caught by a bullet.

Yet another person's life flashed, as a cry was heard. Following it came a shower of bullets embarking the warehouse wall, where even more light from outdoors found it's way inside.

A heavy aircraft came zooming overhead, as the gunfire then continued. Shots, reloading, shots, hit, shots, explosion.

Although, this explosion hit near the warehouse. The sound of debris from the warehouse itself could be heard colliding with the ground outdoors, as the man previously unconscious found himself awoken by the explosion's blast.

Out of fear, he leapt to his feet and ran away. Whereas more showers of bullets began to collide with the wall. The man tripped over his own shoelace near the doorway. On his coat, the name read: "HARRIS".

The man's name was Harris.

Leaping instantly back up to his feet, Harris came running through the doorway, where he then found himself in another room.

This room, however, was once again pitch-black. Cloaked in darkness.

 

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Chapter 2:

Cold shivered throughout Harris' body, as he made his way through this new-found room.

Uncertain of where it led, he turned his attention to the light switch near the room he was in before. Harris rushed towards it, flicked it up.

Nothing.

Flicked it down.

Nothing.

All the power in the building was somehow gone, only the light from outside could help Harris find his way. But it wasn't enough.

Ahead and beyond, he could see nothing but darkness. Barely even a silhouette existed to where he was faced.

More gunshots fired.

Harris ducked down and crouched up-against the wall. Holding his head in his hands, he breathed extremely heavy, in fear, as the shots continued. The sound of the horrors of war outdoors terrified Harris, as he could only barely move a muscle.

Only the shakes of fear and tension moved his body, but that was all.

 

[thejon93]

Chapter 3:

An hour passed.

The morning sun shifted into afternoon.

It was raining.

Water begun to leak and pour through the cracks on the ceiling, the sound of drops colliding with the floorboards in the distance could be heard.

A droplet of water travelled from the ceiling and over to the wall. Like a snail, it slowly begun to slither along down the wall itself. Twitching and turning with the winds, it finally found it's place. Where it poked hold of Harris' head.

The strand of hair the droplet had touched flung downwards towards Harris' hairline. Suddenly, the droplet was gone. Only wet pieces of Harris' hair remained from the droplet.

Harris himself was now breathing faintly. He regained control over his body. He was frozen. He listened to the sounds of the outdoors.

A bird sailed overhead, a helicopter buzzed, ammunition exchanged, hints of speech, rain.

The sound of thunder erupted overhead. More droplets began to pour through the ceiling, where they followed the trail from the droplet before and found their way down by the wall. But, quicker than the droplet before, the water from the rain ran down and touched Harris' head. Like a long, thin snake, the water continued to pour down onto Harris' head.

The droplets made it look like sweat, as the water then begun to roll down his cheek and reached the middle of his chin, where the droplet was suddenly blocked from rolling down along Harris' neck. Until more came pouring down, as the water soaked into the collar of Harris' shirt underneath his jacket.

Harris finally moved.

He reached his palm up-towards his cheek and wiped away the water. With his other hand, he ran his fingertips through his hair; in-order to whipe away the wetness.

Standing to his feet, his jacket soaked some of the water up from the wall. Letting out a deep-breath, he took a step beyond the darkened-room.

Where only his footsteps followed to the end.