December 23, 2021

Despite leaning on the atheist side of life— not believing in a more significant being other than yours truly —Eka was definitely praying to a god right now. Any god, really.

Paying a drop of mind to whatever the priest uttered during his Sunday local church visits when he was younger was something he refused to waste time on doing, even until now, so reciting some line from the great and holy bible was not possible.

In a situation where one would be locked in a supermarket’s janitor’s closet, surrounded by undead human beings waiting across the locked door, one would hypothetically find the fastest way to get out of that specific situation.

Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t happen in this case, because that wouldn’t be fun.

In Eka's special case, instead of using his head to generate rational thinking skills and common sense, he uses his head to remember every single god he has ever heard of in his entire life, starting from Christ, the popular guy, and ending with Solaris the great and powerful— wonderfully dubbed by his marvelous comrade who must be taking a fat shit in the toilet because the last Eka has seen them was twenty— fucking —minutes ago.

The unmistakably loud footsteps of multiple former human beings had drummed its noise right into Eka's cranium, tapping and stomping and running— but no silence, never was it quiet, for the crowd that gathered around the barricaded door had only increased over time, biggering and biggering as his hopes for Axel’s life being maintained on dwindled, much like his sanity at the moment.

Eka is an absolute loyal person and would never dare to betray his first and only friend, but if Axel expected him to sit through the sounds of his possible demise literally awaiting next door for the next hour then they must be fucking stupid.

If only there were a window to jump out of, for the only source of light provided to him came from the crack under the door, the shadows of the roaming dead dirtying his only way of navigating the claustrophobia-inducing closet, then he’d be out in no time.

That was not the case though.

Obviously.

Eka curled into himself tightly. The air around him had gotten stifling, only the smell of sweat and the sound of his own breathing to accompany him as he clawed at his hair.

There was no way out, his only chance is to hope for Axel to be alive— Oh the amount of prayers Eka would send if he remembered any. His mumbling of apologies to anyone listening droned endlessly like a chant, maybe Solaris would like him to beg for his life.

His watering eyes darting around the room, frantically looking for an escape as he failed to maintain a steady breath. Stay calm, Eka, it’s just a room. Everything was in his head. Everything like the walls that were caving in, the thought that there was nothing there to save him, that he’d die all alone and his mother would succumb to her death and it’ll be all his fault because of how incompetent of a son he—

“Red? You okay in there?” A voice rang out through the door.

Axel?