Black Mirror

17

You open your eyes. The surroundings are gloomy, unreal. Your breath rattles and every gasp burns like fire. Where are you? Your eyes slowly adjust to the twilight and the outlines begin to become clearer, a kind of city, futuristic. Cold begins to climb up your legs, but not ordinary cold. More like a premonition, something sinister, threatening, something that is about to happen to you. You slowly straighten up, one word echoes in your head "Flee!" Flee... from whom? Or what? Your head is buzzing, a ghostly melody of howling wind and glass, metal and construction bending in the storm. Is it really the wind howling? You see something in the fog, a shadow. Humanoid. "Flee!" You feel panic rising, you don't know who or what is coming at you there, but you feel... with intensity, like a crashing wave of terror, that you don't want to find out. You look around you. And disappear into the darkness of a nearby ruined building...