Posted on: 2012-09-10 by Guest

As we walked into the stadium, we were both intimidated. Indeed, there were two of us, my sister and me. We were told that there was a partition organisation taking place within O2 area, however little did we know, there was a blood sucking flesh eating cannibal preparing us for what was to become the biggest battle of our lives. Everyone was bewildered. No one knew what was going on. People were looking around looking for nods of approval at one another, trying to receive reassurance, and closure, that a nightmare wasn’t about to descend. However, suddenly a big fiery whole of gas and hot molten rock dropped, into the majestic silent stadium. Everyone ran. Time was not of the essence. We both ran. Sweat pouring from areas unimaginable, hot flushes like a middle aged woman experiencing menopause. We were safe. Well, for then anyway. We found ourselves in the entrance of the stadium, no one else was around. I reluctantly sat down, and caught my breath for a few minutes. This boded to be a bad idea. Both Eve and I were carrying around big black heavy raincoats, so as we walked away from our spot, we left them behind, it proved to be too much of a hassle, we did not know what could happen next. We had nothing to our names; we ditched our bags and valuables in the stadium, which probably got ruined any way in the midst of the carnage. I could smell burning bodies, the stench of innocent people’s skin roasting; it floated in through my nostrils, through to my thought. I coughed violently. I was spluttering black mucus and phlegm everywhere. We stopped, hugged and embraced for ten seconds. One second too long. The blood sucking flesh eating cannibal was running down the corridor, ready for his next victims, and unfortunately we were perfect for the job. He was holding a ten inch kitchen knife with him. I froze. Eve was shouting. He was getting closer and closer, I just couldn’t move, I was in shock. How could one man be so sick and twisted? Thankfully Eve broke my statue, and slapped me around the head brutally. Then, I looked down, and for some reason my arm was pouring with blood. It was dripping, dripping, dripping, everywhere. Eve said that he’d diced my arm, and started eating my skin as if it were a piece of chewing gum. For some reason I couldn’t remember anything, not even the pain. However, a surge of unforgivable agony surged over my body, like nothing before. I felt weak. My vision went blurred, and by this stage I didn’t want to live any longer. However, I didn’t give up. I was not going to let, a torturous serial killer win one over on me. It was not going to happen. Luckily the blood sucking flesh eating cannibal was after other people that was hiding down the corridor, and that apparently we got away quite lightly. We perched behind a tree, camouflaging ourselves from the mayhem for a few hours, discussing what was happening. We couldn’t leave yet, it was too dangerous! Our next task as it were, was to find a mini mobile car which was located just before the car park. It was only a two minute walk, and fortunately there were cars left over. Eve and I and one other random person stepped into the mobile car. We rested for a few minutes. Abruptly, out of nowhere the serial killer emerged from the distance; this triggered my memory for sure. I didn’t know why Eve was so wary of everyone, and then I realised, that this man had set us up and ten other thousand people. The random person, who named himself Cameron, started the ignition. Cameron was the most hostile of us all and refused to let us drive. So we let him, besides Eve was in no shape to drive, and I certainly wasn’t in any shape either. Cameron’s aim was to drive us to safety. He headed for the main road which ran outside the O2 stadium. However, a few obstacles stopped us. From the corner of my eye, I could see a colossal of a boulder, which was no normal boulder. There was what looked like mini swords attached to this gigantic boulder, ready to maul any specimen before it. It was getting nearer and nearer, and Cameron was driving as fast as he could. This was not fast at all. The boulder was ten meters away from us, and we escaped it. At least we thought we did. I looked over my shoulder to see if everything was OK with Eve, and there she was, just a body, no head. Her head amputated, and sat on Eves lap. I screamed. Cried, shouted for help. No answer. I felt like a lost soul, like a part of me had died. And then I woke up. With tears on my face.