Nihil – Chapter 1: Lost – Part 1

1. Lost

“Who are you?”

The voice wasn’t the same as before. It was more human. It wasn’t hostile anymore. I felt that my surroundings had changed as well. No longer was I shackled in an empty Void.

“Heyho! You’re alright, man?” He wasn’t talking from all around me anymore. I clearly heard a speaker from above my head. I suddenly felt the wet wall I was putting my back against.

“I’d appreciate if you could give me any sign of life. You know, I really don’t have any issues with talking to corpses, still, it’s better to know.” I opened my eyes. I was sitting in a murky room. It looked like some sort of a laboratory, that was abandoned in a hurry. Devices of all kinds were all over the place. It seemed as if this room was some sort of an examination room with some barely comfortable furniture.

“Hey! I can hear your heavy breathing. Talk to me, man!” I could locate the speaker above me he was using. I was sure, he wasn’t the one I was talking to before.

“Who-who are you? Where are you? Where am I?” I was hoping to finally get some answers to this mess of thought and faded spots in my mind.

“Oh, sorry for losing my temper, but I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. Name’s Xcell. Where I am is not important at the moment. And you’re currently not on any map around the Sewer Sector’s centre.” The words he said didn’t make any sense to me. What was this Sewer Sector? What did he mean by not being on any map?

“I still don’t understand any of this! Please explain to me!”

“Sorry, buddy, but you don’t have time for that. But I have to ask you to do something for me. There’s a set of syringes on the table next to you. Please go get them!”

“R-right…” I didn’t know what to say or do other than doing what he asked me. He was hiding something for sure, but at that moment I had no clue about basically anything, so I thought it was best to do as he asked for the time being.

It was an incredible struggle to force my body to move. I felt like all my limbs were filled with lead. It must’ve taken at least a minute just to stand up. I stumbled towards the table before I collapsed just in front of it. I knocked it all over with a weak push, and a peculiar pack of eleven syringes fell into my lap.

“Think I’ve got them!”

“Awesome! Now inject yourself with one! Don’t worry, it’s safe, but your life depends on it.”

“What are you talking about!?” I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I didn’t know next to nothing about him or for the fact of the matter not even about my own situation. I wasn’t going to just stab myself with God-knows-what because a complete stranger told me to. And what he said about me dying… I felt like crap, but surely I wasn’t in such a desperate condition. I didn’t know for how long I’ve been here lying unconscious, the weakness could’ve been because of that…

“Look, I get it. You are confused and lost, you feel shitfaced and some guy asked you to inject yourself with something over a speaker. But you have to understand that I’m trying to help you. It took me hard work to get to you and I’m not about to give up on you. You don’t have to take my word for it. I’m sure you can feel it. You are dying. Only a few more minutes and you’ll be beyond salvageable. So please, take that fucking syringe and use it!”

I tried to reject all the things he said, but I knew he was right. It was getting harder to breathe by the second. It wasn’t just confusion, everything was constantly fading away.

I grabbed one of the syringes as firmly as I could.

“Are you sure it will help?” I asked, though I knew that the response no longer mattered.

“Yuhum. Besides, if it’s not working you’ll die anyway, so you’ve got nothing to lose!”

“That’s reassuring…”

“Less talking, more stabbing yourself with that stuff!”

I put the needle to my neck and pressed the injector. I felt a load of pain as it pierced through my skin. It started to release its contents into my veins. The pain intensified. My blood was like flames, burning me up. I was shaking uncontrollably on the floor. My heart was about to burst out of my chest. I wished I could tear myself apart from the inside out.