White, dusty, and dirt ridden walls filled the entire breadth of that great hall. Light is a minimum. White continuous light amidst the blinking and ear cracking dots that once were. The walls were magnificent and beautiful, though its beauty now is ethereal. It's like visiting an abandoned dwarven castle, a gallery of the underworld. The hall is almost a kilometer in lenght, and half of that in width. Pillars are present everywhere in an oddly symmetrical manner for wherever the ceiling is to rise forming a concave dome towards the roof, four pillars surrounds the perimeter of that dome that punches the structure. Their near marble like polish and the cracks that had taken their residence gives it a feel of times past. Surely those that would've found the place, knew something of great technological value must be here. But the place in only half molested. Chairs are still in order, mobile beds are still lined up perfectly in the corner; their darkened sheets and rotting foam gives away their age. The floor is darkened to dirt, but in many places it still shines like day one.

In a corner near the beds flashed lights so thin they were a centimeter thick. They started blinking in a pattern, akin to that of a saltire before settling in a single flash of light. The flash started to soften, revealing a massive saltire that slowly turned red as hissing sounds started to creep. The corner revealed a hidden door that opened vertically with hot vapour and a myriad of mechanical constructs contracting a sort of bed with a humanoid cocoon upon it. It presented its contents there for an hour before the lights started to blink again. The bed was retracted immediately with haste that the untended pink cocoon fell hard. Blood started spurting from the fleshy bed as it slightly rolled and bounced from the impact. There was a scratching and ghostly whisper as its content awakened. The scratches became desperate grabbing, the whispers were cries. And soon after, a slight ripping sound can be heard near the flesh bag of a cocoons that was by now moving side to side.

A soft grunt and a frustrated scream was released as the cocoon ripped. Out of it came a bloodied child, and her face was porcelain white. She crawled out of the cocoon of pink flesh crying and lying on her back as she faced the ceiling. The cracks that littered it and the image of a mother and her beloved child in her loving arms made her heart lighter, she could feel her eyes relax and her mouth crack a desperate smile. Soon after her respite, she started to try sitting; there was no need for practice. She managed to curl perfectly in an upright fetal within less than a seconds notice. And that's when she started to feel something: Cold. Shivering, her teeth started to tap each other. Looking at herself as she felt a cold breeze from the halls cycle its way through her, she noticed something. She saw blood on her flat chest, her undeveloped groin, her arms, hands and even bottom. Feeling a sense of unease, she started wiping them away with her hands to mixed results. Looking to her left, she saw what appeared to be a gallon of water. To her displeasure it wasn't water, it was a cider of some sort. The smell repulsed her, and after unwittingly dropping a near three liters into her found it sour, bitter, a bit sweet and nearly dulled her senses. It was very old indeed. But sour or not, the alcohol content managed to calm her nerves and gave her a bit of warmth despite the loss of balance.

After accidentally hitting her head in a wall, she noticed the sheets on those godforsaken beds and decided to run for it. Taking one off made her jump as she found a skeleton with a hole in the skull. The sight of the ivory colored bones made her drop the sheets and sprint aimlessly before she banged her head this time to a pillar. She cried as her hands gripped her head in pain, she cried until she felt cold once more. Standing up, she felt a bump on her forehead as her hand started touching it. This time, she tried moving slowly, very slowly indeed that her footsteps cannot be heard anymore. She wandered the hall for a while that she reached the other end with her adorable feet. It was there that she found another skeleton, this time it was clothed with a skirt and a bloodied shirt. Beside it is a dark blue bag. Dust and dirt had turned its color. As if by instinct, she chose to open the bag. Slowly she sneaked and slowly she pulled the zipper until the blinking and crackling light can reveal its secrets. And behold, entire strips of white cloth presumably for bandaging wounds. She didn't care for a minute and just used it to wipe herself of the blood that's starting to dry and make her skin, especially her cherry itchy.

She found another gallon, a pair to be exact near the bag and with due suspicion decided to use them as another bath. To her surprise, it didn't taste bad. It was plain, distilled water. And to her delight she drank and bathed till only a liter and a half was left. Though her stomach now protests, its own genuine reply. Her stomach growled, and feelings of biting pain streamed her guts. Ransacking the bag, she found some odd bars that are covered in paper. She opened them and out came food in the form of a hard block-like cookie. Her gums bled as she aggressively bit a piece. Sore gums and dripping blood her lesson, she tried to bite the sides only to lose one of her canines. She tried breaking the hard bar in half until crumbs fell on her legs, belly and the floor. She tried the crumbs first, and flashed a face of disappointment as she found them bland and earthy. Still with nothing to eat and a screaming stomach, she slowly ate the cookie bit by bloody bit until her throat was so dry she nearly choked while drinking some water.

Left with almost a blank stare at the ceiling, her skin started itching and she scratched her back after springing into a stand. Looking at the mess that once was in the bag, she found a sort of trenchcoat that fits her quite well it could double into a dress. The long sleeves were a drag however, so she took a knife and started making crude cuts to make it fit her size. Next issue was a shoe.

Looking side to side, she couldn't help but notice a few cabinets in a dimly lit area of the hall. The only real light comes only every five to seven minutes and only stays for less than ten seconds each so the place is literally dark and dim. Her head focused on finding a light source to help her clear those drawers and get something to cover her cold feet. After rummaging, she found a cylindrical item that can produce light but also loses it if moved rashly. Walking towards the place, she felt a sort of tunnel vision affecting her eyesight. She noticed time flow slowly, and then as fast as light as she found her toe bumping into a wall. After nearly making her lips bleed after biting it in pain, she tried to find her way into the drawers after turning the light on. She found a sort of sandal near a boot that's too big for her in one of the drawers. After wearing it around her tiny feet, she felt empowered and light despite the heavy coat that's suspended on her shoulders. After pointing the light source at the other column of drawers, all those feelings disappeared. She was now subject to a bad day, and she can't understand why she feels like it.

'Light or no light, I'm getting something out of it.' She thought to herself as she navigates with her hands. Reaching the nearest to her, she pulled and tried to feel the inside of the drawer: Nothing. She tried again: Nothing. Again...Again...and again, still nothing. She tried to move a bit to the corner of the cabinet and pulled another drawer. Just as she started to search for something, The lights went back on and as she was to crack another frown her heart's pace started running.

An Ivory skull stared at her with a missing jaw, white teeth, short brown hair and what seems like shriveled remains of flesh. The sight stuck in her head in a loop that the thought made her run but couldn't find her voice to even scream. She felt the air smashing to her face, her body twice as heavy as before, the colors of the lights red, and a feeling of being chased and watched. To her, that skeleton was chasing her, with those skeletal fingers reaching ever more closely to choke her.

Her neck felt a sort of a slight gush of wind and she tumbled like a pill bug. Standing up, she found herself near the bag and tried to crawl away only to find no one behind her. She knew now just what she felt when she fell, it was pain. And she was scared by something that she thought came out of nowhere. Looking back at that dimly lit place, she found that the skeleton was always there.

But perhaps, it wasn't that it was the skeleton she found. Rather that the skeleton was of another little one like her. She didn't like the idea of dying, she knows that now. She runs away at the first sign of danger and she questions it. Perhaps it was some reason nonetheless.

Despite the amount of shock and perhaps even trauma during the first steps of her life, the little girl managed to gather her wits and found something peculiar in the person of the deceased skirt. A pendant lies suspended outside her ribcage, held by its chain that hangs from the shoulder blade of the deceased. Shapes that of an eight pointed star, color's a dark blue hue with radiance that only a jet black polish can only project. It was kind of odd for her to tell, for as she took it the color changed as she took it away from the light. It turned dark yet has an odd otherworldly shine that should not be there, as the light came back it was once again a shiny dark blue.

' Interesting!' She thought as her serious brows relaxed and her mouth opened for a bit revealing a bloody tooth. Her eyes captivated, heart radiated with such joy, mind ensconced in a trance that couldn't be remembered afterwards.

" Hey! Hey! Hey! Is anybody there? Speak up! Hey!" The voice of a woman chimed her ears and shook her trance. The very moment her eyes cleared, she found the pendant in her hand with a hologram of a pale woman with hair short only reaching to her jaws. Her eyes were soft and beautiful, her nose small but like a soft button, her lips were small befitting her mouth, but in all its worth the hologram can only project her in a green color. Still, the very idea that the pendant is already in her hand made her drop it.

The woman in the pendant sighed and told whoever is around to at the least press the circle in the middle of the pendant so that she can see whoever has awakened her. The little girl, still shaken slowly approached the pendant and pressed the button. After pressing it, the figure started looking around and superficially held its non-existing breath. Holding the pendant closer, she started opening her mouth until she managed to say:

" Who...a.are..y.y..you?" realizing just what she's done, she instinctively covers her mouth with her right hand.

" It's okay, I've been there too." the figure said, trying to at least calm the girl down. After she noticed her breathing normally, she continued:

" Look, if you're talking to me like this then something bad must have happened. I can't tell but, it must" She was interrupted as the girl turned the pendant towards the skeleton.

" Oh god!" she exclaimed. " How long has it been? Look! If I am lying there like that, then something bad must be nearby. Get that triangle looking thing in the bag, we'll need it."

She started sorting the mess once more until she found what the woman was looking for; it was big, big enough to fit both her hands inside the huge triangle loop. Curiosity made her pull the massive trigger which sent a continuous stream of white light into an incandescent bulb, boring a hole through it and taking it out of commission. The woman slapped it's head and scratched her cranium after seeing this. She sighed and told her to just run to her left and pull a lever. Following her instruction, the girl was greeted by more skeletons as the door opened. The surprise made her wet the floor for two minutes straight until the woman yelled. She noticed that the hologram was gone and instead a voice that came from the pendant instead gave her instructions. This she followed and so she proceeded towards the winding hallway.

However, in the shadows of that massive hall were prying eyes that waited for that single moment.

The place was littered with bones, guns and burnt marks, no signs of life in sight. Or that might be what it seemed. The very corridor that they were passing through echoed with the sound of grunts and gunshot. Instinct kicking in, she ran towards the sound despite the woman telling her not to. The adrenaline kicking in and her body feeling oddly light, she ran at twice her usual speed for more than a minute until they came across a scene. Up to twelve people were lying dead in the ground; some of them were fresh, some were rotten. The grunts came from a boy trying to fend an odd construct made of stiff flesh and metallic modifications. The abhorrent creature tried biting and scratching the boy, but the pipe kept her in place. That is until it managed push him off balance, the boy still didn't give up using the pipe to deny the monster by pushing its neck away from him. The girl, sparing no time to the monster shot in straight in the cranium close to where its eyes were; making its brain spill out of the eye where the laser went through. The boy cleaned himself with a strip of cloth he kept in a pocket but before he could continue, the smell of ammonia stuck to his nostrils that he sneezed, hard.

Standing up he gave her his last ounce of water before heading out towards the hall where the two had once been, telling her she smelled like piss. But just as he was about to leave her sight, she grabbed him by the arm. She heard something, something oddly bloodcurdling and sinister. And its coming from that hall she was just born into. He can't hear it, and so he tried to lose her grip only for her to pull him harder. It was a tug, and a long tug at that with her getting desperate and desperate. And he, quite annoyed.

A huge clanking sound was heard echoing the corridor. The boy immediately ran for cover in a dark room lit only by a single lamp with he killed. Ready to kill or be killed with the stain of blood from previous encounters, he prepared the pipe and a short revolver that he took from a dead man in the room. His blood was still fresh, just barely turned cake dark after he left from a huge leg wound. The clanking continued, getting nearer and nearer. It was odd, like a cobra's hiss and the ear-splitting sound of metal scratching another smooth surface of metal.

Her back flexed forward and the weapon drawn. The hairs on her pale skin stood, her blood ran amok her very veins, her breath betrayed all scientific gains. She's quite calmer now, she can actually see dust fall slowly like mere feathers but far slower. The figure started to approach, the shadow was quite obvious. It advanced slowly, steadily, crankily, erratically, silently, and it just disappeared. And just like that, it disappeared like thin air. He didn't trust it, something that big could not just puff like smoke in record time. Looking into a corner, he saw an empty can and decided to roll it into the entrance. Quietly, just as he had walked towards it.

A gush of blood nearly made him flinch. It was silent, swift, agile, cunning, smelled like goat's skin, walked like a it was run by a bunch of overstretched rubber bands, shot through the head by a stream of white light that took out an eye from its oddly small head, fell face first in a humorous thud, and was left for dead as they ran like hell to safety. Like hell to safety? Through corridors and walkways filled with the dead and blood? Through spaces, rooms and even tunnels where bones are knee deep. To lay witness to walls adorned with hopeless words and tiresome banter? Indeed, it is safe; for the body but not for the soul for despite the fact that she was just 2 hours old, she's cracking up in frustration!

******

I was just minding my business at that hour. I didn't really want to care or even appear to care. I've been living this kind of life for almost half a decade now, ever since they both went away. My life is dour, to dour that I sometimes sulk in a corner just to kill time. I usually pick this place of all places, just near the train station. Its quite safe really, we had sentries and even automated machine guns at the place just in case. I started spending time here since I was like three years old. I don't know why but there's something satisfying about watching and waiting trains for me. It's kind of the only reason why I'm here, waiting for the next train. Though I admit, It had been a while since the last train visited here. They stopped coming since I turned nine.

I always had my father's favorite toy with me. It's something my mom left me before she left as well. It was so sudden, and it felt like weeks. They left, never to return. Or so I thought, they haunt me now. I feel them as that pale twat keeps creeping me out as she comes out of nowhere. Something feels odd the moment I saw that figure in the pendant, It made me remember something; my mom.

That very pendant, I never saw one but something tells me I did. The day my mother left, she kind of wore it. But that aside, I was just trying to find the perfect moment to scare that pale kid. Besides right now, she seemed oblivious to the fact that I saw her creeping that moment she got here. And now she's walking silently like an elf with such grace that my back is suffering from multiple shocks of at least 15 milliamps each. Not just that, with each passing minute that my ear hears her piss smeared foot steps my body experiences electrical shocks reaching my groin. I don't know what a "Walking sexual frustration" means, but I'll start calling her that.

A certain sound seemed to fill my ears, though very distant. It's noise, the kind made when metal is rubbed harshly together. And it's getting closer and closer and even much closer until I can see the yellow lights flashing. My eyes opened wider, as my heart pounded like drums in a parade march. It's here! It's finally here!!!

The light started to get bigger and bigger as it got closer, and it's starting to deafen my ears. But something was amiss. She was still sneaking closer and closer to me. This has to stop. I don't know but whenever I see her face, I saw someone else. Just as the train passed braking, I sprang fast making a 180 degree turn to her favour. In my hand was my father's favorite toy, a golden circular disk with a mirror and space to put pictures inside. I held it up and after pressing a button, the flap went up and revealed the mirror. I Asked her:

" Do you know the girl you see in the reflection?" She stops just as the train stopped in it's track.

" That's my mother." And just as I made that bold statement, she started backing up shaking. I felt it weird nonetheless, but that woman in the hologram looked familiar. Too familiar that just by looking at her reflection, she ran.