I was walking through an abandoned city partially reclaimed by nature, it was similar to some I recognised but appeared to be some decayed amalgamation of something I've seen before becoming nothing I've seen before. I explored with a group of friends, numbering 4 in total, attempting to figure out what this place was - until we come across a very grisly site. In some sort of stadium area there are some barriers, some fallen over, metal bars standing that cordon off a certain area. Walking towards them at a certain radius, surrounding the stadium like a perimeter, one felt a shock - like electricity, a drop in temperature, unease, that could not be explained. We walked in and out of this perimeter testing it and sure enough it was pretty constant.
We found the entrance to the stadium and proceeded through, curious of what was occurring, eager to investigate. Upon entering we were incredibly startled, the stadium did not open to an arena, but instead opened to some fairs and transport links to our right and directly in front of us, a hill mostly reclaimed by nature, all except for a single pathway with a concrete empty carved channel running parallel to it. We considered moving closer towards the derelict zone to our right, however there lay bodybags and bloody corpses, we decided not to go there as whatever did that to them could still be there. We considered leaving the area altogether however curiosity still got the better of us and we rationalized this as something we had to find out given that this could explain why the whole city was empty.
We approach up the hill on the pathway, along the way eating some scavenged blueberries. As we go up the hill the feelings evoked earlier go away, however hallucinations, apparitions begin appearing. When an opaque spectre appears before us blocking the way we flee like madness, racing down the hill. Realizing the following had stopped, we began testing the boundaries of the apparitions, realizing they only appeared if you crossed a certain point, much like before with the barriers.
Our intrigue and curiosity came to an abrupt end when we realized we had lost one of our friends. After shouting for him and briefly searching for him (without venturing into the anomalous boundaries) the three of us panicked and considered going after them, however ultimately decided to leave them behind and depart for somewhere safer, reasoning that we were dealing with something unknown and would not help them by placing more of ourselves at risk.
We slogged away downtrodden that we had likely gotten one of our own killed. Walking up a hill there were red berry bushes and trees growing overhead like a rough arch, and I began grazing once more on blueberries flanking the side. That was when the spectre reappeared and we realized we had not been led away from the park, but led even further inwards by our friend. We flee as the whole park is laughing without a single mouth to be seen, all the while one of my friends switched sex and the missing one's head was found rolling down the stone groove. We resolved to return with an RC car equipped with a camera one day to see whether a person had to cross the anomaly point or whether the apparitions would come for us, even if we remotely viewed it from outside the anomaly zone on a later date. However, the sun was going down and we decided that staying the night in such a place was an awful idea.
We ran out of the stadium exit and found the barriers again, encircling a courtyard of abandoned buildings. One of my friends touched one and went ballistic, sprinting away, evidently the fences were electrified with something and we had to retrieve her bedazzled self before they entered the anomalous area. We entered an abandoned building together deciding that if it was suitable we'd encamp there, or else find anything useful and depart. Whilst there, we noticed that there was a bin full of bullets in the entrance to a bathroom, which by design curved away so as to protect the privacy of its occupants in a bygone era. We conclude that these would be a useful addition to our arsenal reasoning that these apparitions were capable of affecting the physical, thus they were likely also physical objects. By this point however I was the only man left in the group, and this was the men's lavatory. Thus they both concluded only I alone could enter the decrepit bathroom to retrieve the bin full of unusually pristine bullets.
Graciously, with much protestation, I entered the bathroom. At once I began shoveling the bullets into a plastic bag, reassuring myself that my two friends were only six paces away, thus I was not alone. That is until to my right I witnessed a woman walking past into a corner, covered in what was once a white sheet, now entirely stained with fresh blood.
My nerve was tested and at once I exited the bathroom, panicked to my friends. They told me they heard and saw nothing, and realizing I had left the bag behind, told me to retrieve the bag, finish the job and then we'd all leave the building as it could also be anomalous. I return and set back to the task of shoveling bullets when I see the same bloody figure from before, moving in the same direction. This time however I follow it, but when I turn the corner to find it I find the figure has disappeared, with naught but a bloody sheet upon the floor. I withdraw the bloody sheet and find what looked like a cross between a minigun and a small handheld powerdrill, which was a rather unusual sight to behold, as it was not something I had seen in existence. I could not see the sight of the mysterious walking cadaver despite there being no possible exits for it to have taken, I freeze up when I hear a calming voice suggesting that I test out the warmachine - the insinuations were clear, and I saw through the ruse. Grabbing the bag of bullets I rush out to my friends to warn them that the spirits were trying to get us to kill one another. When I arrive to them they demand to know where I had been all this time, I tell them I was gone only for a few seconds yet outside, it is nighttime. One is holding a pistol to my head, determined I am already dead and have become a spirit. Another is holding a gun to her head, determined that I intended to run away with all the good bullets. I managed to get everyone to calm down and warn them that this was all being orchestrated by the spirits, asking them where did they think they got the guns from, as we started the journey with none.
Upon acknowledging this, we ran like hell out of the building. Outside the building the sky was bright broad daylight, and people filled the street. One man came up to us and asked us what we had been up to as we looked like shit, one of us said we had been drinking but the inquisitive man deduced we had not. He made some crass jokes and left us on our way, when one of my friends insulted the crass joker. Deciding that we were very hungry and that haunted berries would not cut it, we made ourway past the joker to purchase some burgers, at which point we realized the crass joker was the person running the food stall. I apologized on behalf of one of my friends and the crass joker accepted it, turning out to be a very pleasant fellow altogether, listing all the food items he was prepared to serve. My friends however were already walking off into the crowd and apologising, I cancelled my order and ran after them. They were 15 paces ahead and into the crowd, myself almost losing sight of them, growing further away when I awoke.
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