Alex Calin
As I made my way through the horde of what appeared to be my own sort of army, I saw a door. I was holding the girl’s hand tightly while she was following me towards the door. We exited through the door and couldn’t believe what we saw.
We were in a completely different city. It was so full of people that it felt relieving. It felt safe. We saw a big, tall building, with the word “hotel” written on it.
I told the girl: “don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright from now on!”
She then continued to thank me for saving her from that wretched place.
We got to the building and talked to the receptionist.
I asked: “Would you happen to be able to give us a room for one night? We have no money.
The receptionist waited and thought about it for a moment. Then he said: “all right. Just this one time, I shall allow it.”
I thought the way he spoke was weird, but it went over my head as I was already way too scared by what I had just seen. We got into the room and each went to our own bed.
I asked her what her name was.
“Tiffany” she responded. “How about you? What’s your name?”
“Me?” I asked surprised “oh, I’m a no-one. My name doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re safe.
We fell asleep in a matter of minutes and finally rested after so much torture.
When I woke up Tiffany wasn’t already up. The room seemed different. I thought it was only the fact that I could see it in light.
I looked out the window and realized we were, once again, in a different city. Somewhere in the countryside. I got downstairs and I saw an old couple.
They were having breakfast. They said “good morning!”
I responded “good morning.” In a confused voice.
They said “Don’t be shy, you aren’t the first ones here! We are familiar with the chosen ones!”
“The chosen ones?” I asked.
“Yes!” the old man responded. “Many have come before you in these exact circumstances. We decided to call you the chosen ones!” the old man said.
“But why?” I asked.