Only the Cursed Survive Part 2 [ Concept ]

[Black Hand Smith]

Only The Cursed Survive ( Part 2 )

 

You remember the last time you felt warm. The candle lit bright and a piece of bread to keep you company. You remember hearing the sound of footsteps below. Then you saw the light from the room underneath and now you have nothing but the clothes on your back. A man wearing a uniform grabs your hat and throws it away. It is one of the few things that keeps you warm during these dark and cold nights. You run to go get it but then you feel a burning pain in your shoulder. However before more shots are fired another man stops him. They want you alive. You are puzzled by this change of events. All logic says you should be dead right now yet for the first time ever they want to keep you, your kind alive.

You rejoin your group and you are herded across the snowy forest. Your feet hurt but you dare not stop out of fear of what may happen to you. You hear the sound of a train in the distance. You wonder to yourself if these are new prisoners being brought in or if it is something else. After an hour of marching you are led into a building to the east. The walls are clean and the machinery looks unused. There are plans on the wall, probably strategic plans to evade capture during the war. They lead you into a room and yell at you. They want you to strip. They have asked you to do this so many times now you no longer feel shame but rather fear.

You are all crammed into a chamber, naked and clueless. However you know what is happening. You have heard them tell stories about it in the camp and you have seen the smoke fill the air as the ashes fall down like snowflakes. You wish they would have just shot you back then when you went to go get your hat. You begin counting down from 10….9…..8….It will all be over soon…….7……6……5…..It will hurt but you won’t suffer long……..4…….3……2…….. You hope it will end quick……1… You feel weightless…… You open your eyes and look around you. A very dark place much colder that the camps and behind you an object of great evil. You can feel it radiating like the essence of pure malice. This place is strange, and their stares are making you uncomfortable. Perhaps though….you might not die today….those were your last thoughts before you heard the shots.

You wake up…… on the ground. The winds are roaring and a light shines in the sky. You feel the cracks of the earth underneath your palm. Where are you? It feels cold but it also feels different. You look at your surroundings but just like before all you can see is………Death