Around me lie countless pieces of hazmat suits in a disturbing and threatening repose, an infinite multitude of protective gear of various sizes, shapes, and hues intertwining in an unsettling visual symphony. The models seem to have merged in this completely disordered sartorial chaos, creating a strange and surreal tableau. A small abandoned red child's suit rests near an electric blue one, like a poignant trace of lost innocence, while a torn green suit lies next to a shiny metallic one, silent witnesses to interrupted existences. Countless other pieces of suits accumulate in successive layers, their colors and dimensions gradually dissipating into the surrounding darkness, like ghosts of past lives. My vision is almost nonexistent in this oppressive gloom, only pierced by thin rays of light breaking through what appear to be walls, creating dancing shadows on this sea of suits.
Around me, everything is a vast perpetual and disorienting movement. The walls, floor, and ceiling sway relentlessly in an endless, hypnotic motion that triggers in me a growing and uncontrollable nausea.
And then the screams, shrill and heart-rending, pierce the silence like sharp blades.
The howls rise from all these suits, as if each piece of synthetic fabric harbored a tormented soul. They moan and scream with such force that one would think their lungs about to burst, their voices echoing in the confined space, multiplying and amplifying even further to create this abject melody that chills me to the bone.
And then the blood, flowing inexorably, transforming this landscape of suits into a scene of unspeakable horror.
The original hues of the suits fade gradually, as if devoured by a merciless scarlet tide that transforms them into a uniform ensemble of dark and threatening red, erasing all trace of their past individuality.
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The swell intensifies further, evidence of an external storm that must be particularly violent, as if the elements themselves were participating in this waking nightmare. Regrets overwhelm me: if only I had known, if only I had kept quiet. If only I could have foreseen what would follow, perhaps I could have prevented this tragedy...
As my mind filled with regrets and pain prepares to sink, someone enters the room, stumbling not from the ocean's movement, but from the alcohol that permeates every fiber of his body and whose fumes violently assault my nostrils, completely awakening me from my stupor. His acrid and penetrating smell, as he inexorably reduces the distance between us, provokes in me a gag reflex that I struggle to control, my stomach revolting against this nauseating intrusion. His gaze lingers on my body with an unwholesome insistence, examining my flesh bruised by multiple acts of violence. His fingers, which he cannot help but run through my hair with revolting familiarity, disgust me to my very core, but I am too weakened to show any resistance or opposition. Even keeping my eyes open represents a seemingly insurmountable challenge, each blink becoming a fierce struggle against exhaustion.
"Did you find her?" echoes a distant voice in the darkness, tinged with poorly concealed impatience.
"Yes, we were lucky they didn't touch her hair. Long and red, impossible to mistake. She matches the description perfectly."
"Then hurry up! Time is running out, we can't stay here forever! There's still everything else to evacuate, we don't have all day!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," grumbles the man facing me, lifting me roughly like a mere sack of potatoes, his fingers painfully digging into my flesh. As he carries me away, I see other figures emerging from the shadows like macabre specters. All advance with a limp, methodically busy pushing the suits toward the water, one by one, in a sinister and well-practiced ritual. The screams of terror amplify as the suits sink into the icy waters, like a funeral chorus accompanying this macabre procession. A desperate hand rises in a final farewell gesture, a last appeal for mercy, before being brutally crushed under the weight of heavy boots that know no compassion.
I lose consciousness, letting darkness engulf me as the waters swallow the last traces of this massacre.
