Takeda walked out of the debris, feeling angry. He was furious at what had happened. He was ,about an hour ago, enjoying his work , happily chatting with his colleagues about the recent project.
Now, look at me, he thought. His new tailored suit was all soaked wet by the salty sea water. And what is this mess sticking on its fabric! Takeda examined the lapel of his suit, very irritatedly. He looked around in the darkness, and every now and then his surroundings became visible by an intermittent brightness which baffled him.
He could not stand his own smell and he could not recalled any time in his forty -year life during which he was ever this dirty. He called out but there was no human reply. The only sound he heard was a distant booming sound. The air smelt strange . Where had everyone gone, he queried himself. Where am I, he questioned himself.
He decided to walk away from where he was. He felt like he had just woken up from a rubbish heap. He wanted to see himself in a mirror. There was not a single soul around and he felt he looked horrible. A strange feeling came upon him and he was right about its weirdness! His hands were inflamed but he could not feel any pain. It seemed that his outermost layer of skin had been 'sandpapered', and what was left was amazingly raw but with no sign of bleeding. What had happened, he wondered again.
There was an earth quake and he had felt something hit his head. That was the last thing he could remember. Why is he where he is now? He recognised the smell,the saltish air, and something else which he could not make out. A burning smell. Where has he smelt that before? He could not remember anything. He did not like it at all . He found himself shaking and his fists clenching. Suddenly, his hands went up his head and they started to pull his hair. Strangely, his mind could not control their actions. They were separate from his body although they remained unattached. However, he felt so much better after that. It was much better than screaming and yelling. He began to fear his own self. What next, what is he going to do next? He felt a monster breaking out of his pent-up self.
Now, look at me, he thought. His new tailored suit was all soaked wet by the salty sea water. And what is this mess sticking on its fabric! Takeda examined the lapel of his suit, very irritatedly. He looked around in the darkness, and every now and then his surroundings became visible by an intermittent brightness which baffled him.
He could not stand his own smell and he could not recalled any time in his forty -year life during which he was ever this dirty. He called out but there was no human reply. The only sound he heard was a distant booming sound. The air smelt strange . Where had everyone gone, he queried himself. Where am I, he questioned himself.
He decided to walk away from where he was. He felt like he had just woken up from a rubbish heap. He wanted to see himself in a mirror. There was not a single soul around and he felt he looked horrible. A strange feeling came upon him and he was right about its weirdness! His hands were inflamed but he could not feel any pain. It seemed that his outermost layer of skin had been 'sandpapered', and what was left was amazingly raw but with no sign of bleeding. What had happened, he wondered again.
There was an earth quake and he had felt something hit his head. That was the last thing he could remember. Why is he where he is now? He recognised the smell,the saltish air, and something else which he could not make out. A burning smell. Where has he smelt that before? He could not remember anything. He did not like it at all . He found himself shaking and his fists clenching. Suddenly, his hands went up his head and they started to pull his hair. Strangely, his mind could not control their actions. They were separate from his body although they remained unattached. However, he felt so much better after that. It was much better than screaming and yelling. He began to fear his own self. What next, what is he going to do next? He felt a monster breaking out of his pent-up self.
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