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Dan lay very still.
He could hear a girl screaming in the distance but he wasn't sure where it was coming from.
Something dripped onto his left eyelid, for some reason he knew it was blood.
There was some crashing, these were more muffled than the screaming. He could feel fluid sliding into his ear now.
He attempted to open his eyes. The blood dripping into his left socket stung and so he closed them again.
There were some more shouts, he felt a throbbing in his throat and head grow as his consciousness expanded. It hurt, it hurt a lot and it drowned out the shouting.
He forced his eyelids open again. The blood had already started to dry and he could feel it crack as the skin over his eyeballs shuttered open. His fingers, only inches from his face, registered carpet texture under his fingertips.
After a moment, he managed to focus on what lay in front of him. Not too far from his own, incumbent form lay another body. He didn't recognise it, but felt he should.
Shouting cut through his pain. He tried to move but couldn’t then some smashing of objects occured, the shouting stopped abruptly but the sounds of destruction continued.
Then there was a gunshot, followed by three more. He heard something that sounded like laughter, or cackling or maybe screeching it was hard to tell.
There was nothing after that.
He tried to move his head and found it easier than it should have been in light of the agony he was in. Shouldn't I be dead? He thought.
“Maybe I am dead,’ he whispered, “maybe this is what happens when you are dead.”
After what felt like a monumental amount of time, Dan managed to make the hand in front of his face push himself up. He looked at the body and tried to focus on it from his more upright position but the rush of blood to his head made his vision blur. He tried to prop himself against something and found a wall behind him. Things were quiet.
Dan managed to look around the room he was in. It was his and Nu's. He looked again at the body that remained unmoving, then he recognised it.
‘Shit’
There were footsteps on the stairwell outside the flat; heavy, clunking boot steps. They resonated throughout the building because it was practically empty.
They reached Dan's floor and he could hear the door to his apartment open and then the footsteps move towards the room he was in.
‘Shit,' he sighed as he remembered everything, 'it's Him.'
The footsteps paused and the front door opened with the familiar squeak that Dan and Isaac had been trying to get rid of for ages. Then He walked into the room.
Dan eyed Him as defiantly as he could given his situation.
“So, come to finish off the job?”
“Oh, I already did.”
“What do you mean?”
“What's your name?”
“Why should-
“Because, I want to know.”
“Dan.”
“Dan, there is some good news and some bad news. Before I tell you either I'm going to need your full attention. Wake up.”
‘Oh shit’
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