Escape to the Impossible - Original Writing

Escape to the Impossible - Original Writing

They’d been crawling for what seemed like days, or hours. How could

they know? They could no longer contemplate the time, it seemed a long

time ago when something as alien as time came into their lives. Even

if they cared how would they know anyway? It was always dark down

here, darker than anything the pair had ever known. Always on your

sore hands and knees trudging through sewage pipes holding the faeces

of an entire city’s population, each of them blissfully unaware of

what was going on in their own spotless backyard.

Simon accidentally sniffed before a sneeze, he instantly regretted it,

the smell hit him like a shock wave, and he gagged, then explosively

threw up into the suffocating darkness. But nothing came out, just a

dribble of what was left of his acidic stomach juices, they had not

eaten in days and were both famished and weak.

“Simon, are you all right?” said Jasmine, his younger sister, who used

to be very pretty until the day they had taken her and Simon away to

the Camp. Now her eyes spoke of wordless horrors and her sleep was

tormented by the private tortures she had endured. Now her cheeks were

thin, her beautiful blonde hair straggly and dirty, and she had bags

under her eyes from the lack of sleep her nightmares produced.

“Yeah, in a minute.” Simon croaked, his throat burning still from his

vomiting. They carried on crawling in silence. Oh and the silence,

they dreaded it, imagine silence in the pitch black and then hearing

the distant echo of footsteps, squelching through the unpleasant

remains of dead rats and drunken takeaways. Not knowing whether they

were real or unreal and that these might be the footsteps of someone

tracking them – they too may be lost in the underground maze of pipes

and sewers. Sometimes one of the two would try to hum a tune, but the

silence like an animal instantly smothered them, until their humming