I had scread for over an hour, I was scared. The fact is, it's impossible that I survived—I'm supposed to have died from hypothermia. And the person I saw before closing my eyes was indeed myself.
How should I react? Before waking up, I was dying, and another appeared, covered in blood.
While I was thinking this in my head, I touched the lower part of my face and noticed a beard starting to grow.
"How long have I been here?"
That question scared because I couldn't even rember the day I arrived here.
I lay down on the ground and decided to look at the ceiling.
Just rocks... only rocks. I saw nothing but rocks, no interior like I had been told.
Suddenly, whispers surged in my ears, coming from all four directions.
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Their voices sounded both near and far. I couldn't understand what they were saying.
"RUN, HE'S COMING FOR YOU," they said.
Then I heard footsteps on the path ahead—it could only be one person, my blood-covered self.
I grabbed my bag and ran into the path on the left, imagining what my other self would do if he caught . I ran with fear in my gut.
The inside of the tunnel was covered in fog, but what intrigued the most
was that instead of rocks, I saw so kind of orbs with colors that changed depending on their position.
I was curious; the more I looked at them, the more intrigued I beca.
"My little one, I'm coming to get you. You're going to join my collection of corpses," he shouted.
I started running faster, but the sa phenonon from the other tunnels repeated.
"You still don't get it? I thought you were smarter than this," he yelled, his voice getting closer.
"Explain yourself, genius. Anyway, you want to kill , so explain," I said.
"AAAAH AAAH very well. Right now, we're inside your head, little rat," he shouted.
I stopped running and thought about the previous events—my sudden fatigue, my sudden pain, my death, and my return every ti I woke up.
He could be right. Well, I thought he was half right because deep down I felt that I died from hypothermia, and my leg pains still persisted, and my fatigue was very real.
"What if…"
Then an idea that could explain what's happening to popped into my head.
I got swept off my feet. Lying on the ground, I looked behind —it was him; he had caught .
"You little rat, making walk through these damn tunnels. I'm not just going to 'sigh' kill you—sigh I'm going to tear you apart."
He was going through the sa thing I was—only two hypotheses:
The first is that it's not , but soone else, and for reasons beyond , I see him with my body.
Or the second is that the person in front of is indeed another —or rather, another version of .
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