He rechecked his list. Everything was in order. Guns, ammo, grenades... everything. He checked his watch. It beeped a happy beep and showed that he had exactly 30 minutes more. He took a long breath and kicked open the door. The street wore an empty look, as if it anticipated his arrival. He slowly moved towards the local school dragging his bag. He checked his watch again. Soon the kids will be out. He had specially prepared everything for them. They will love my sweet grenades and chewy AK 47s, he thought. A smile hid somewhere on his wrinkled face.
He couldn't keep count of the days or nights as he was always surrounded by darkness. No he wasn't blind nor did someone blindfold him. He fell in to a deep dark hole that's all. He was rushing to catch the last train home. Since it was getting late he decided to take the shortcut. Before he fell, all that he saw was a lamppost by the tracks. The impact of the fall switched off the lights in his brain. When he recovered, it was dark. He tried to feel his way around. But to his surprise all that he could feel was the darkness around him. It was as if he was encased in a thick gooey dark liquid. It held him tight. It moved with his movements. It felt as if he was part of the liquid. He floated in it. He never felt hungry or cold. In fact he felt comfortable. For the first time, he felt safe. Slowly he began to forget what he was and whom he knew. In this darkness, it was impossible to wrack his brain. Everything was slowly getting shrouded in darkness. Until that day when he ...
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