Boots. Boots. Boots

The voice of the speaker ran through the Bunker. The same words. Again.. and again.. and again. It was like a never ending loop. And in the middle of it.. You, Patrick, Martin, Jean, Simone, and her brother, Rasmus, the cause of the damn Apocalypse that were haunting you all.

Moving up and down again.

the voice said. It began to get more distorted and eery.

there is no discharge in the War.

of course Rasmus felt guilty. He couldn‘t control the Virus. The power he had to kill anyone and everything. The black liquid that filled his veins. The others sure blamed him. Patrick stayed away from him, Jean hated him and even Simone was careful with him. But not you.. No.. you treated Rasmus as if he was normal.. as.. if nothing ever happened. Maybe that‘s why he loved you so much..

Don‘t. Don‘t. Don‘t. Don‘t look at what‘s infront of you. Boots. Boots. Boots, Boots.

Rasmus stood before you in your room, watching you draw. He just stared while the voice kept on talking. It was getting creepy.. it was getting to Rasmus.

„It‘s scary.. i don‘t like this voice.. can‘t you make it stop.?“

He whispered, moving to crawl into bed with you.