Anunnaki: Chapter 6

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The lights from overhead, shining downward. The tall grass in the field that surrounded them. He was there with his passport, and his eyes are glowing yellow. In contrast, her eyes were alive without there own light. They had been discussing what they were going to do, how they would approach this unknown corner of the zoo.

"well, should we go to the city?" Said Teki.

"I still think we should wait till tomorrow when we get the world trigger back." Said Sam.

"Oh, come now, where is your courage! Or you're since of adventure? We have been here for days eating weird fruit in an escalatingly dull experience of cosmic tourism." Said Teki.

"Well, I have the keys!" Said Sam.

"That you do," Said Teki.

They sit watching the distant city. It's towering sea shell-like buildings that were mostly white though they glittered in the light like a rainbow on their edges.

"m-o-o-n! that spells boring." Said Teki.

"I don't get it." Said Sam.

"you have never been to hell, have you?" Said Teki.

"can't say that I have..." Said Sam.

"Well, the poet laureate of hell is this guy called steve king. They love, love, I mean like really love his books down there." Said Teki.

"That's a whole lot of love." Said Sam.

"In hell, there is a cult that genuinely believes and clings to The Stand as their sacred text. And the little demons play a game of 'I am God's Tom Cullens' Where they pretend they are hypnotizing each other into doing dangerously stupid things." Said Teki.

Sam did not respond, she knew or at least hoped this was a joke.

"and," Said Teki "there is an anecdote I heard from the accuser himself that said when he tempted God's lamb, he told him 'm-o-o-n! That spells salvation."

Teki giggled and unhealthy delusional laugh that made Sam think less of him. Though somewhere in her mind, she had decided to read Steve king.

 

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"if the roses in your garden sang a weird song, you would go mad."

  • Arthur Machen



They were all dead—everyone in the city. They had been dead just long enough for the flys and the stink to settle into the rot and decay that filled Sam's nostrils. Teki paced from here to there, looking over the corpses.



"I am for the first time in a thousand years...at a loss for words," said Teki.



"What happened here?" Said Sam.



"I don't know, but it may have been us...." Said Teki.



"I didn't do this." Said Sam.



"that may be so, but would it have happened if we weren't here?" Said Teki.



"Don't fuck with me right now; I don't need that or your bullshit humor." Said Sam.



"Fine, let's leave then." Said Teki.



"I need to know why they are dead first." Said Sam.



"it was a ritual suicide. The women and children have all had their throats cut. And the men (if you can call them that) seem to have sliced their wrists afterward. after they killed their families." and then, as if anticipating her questions, he said. "The knives are all by the men. They were the last to die. Some of the women have marks that imply they put up a fight. Maybe to protect their children, and probably themselves. They are all dead, Sam, let's leave."



She was crying quietly with a greek statue disposition (almost neutral). Teki, with his large cat eyes, watched. With reluctance, he finally said, "let's go; we have to report this to the owners of the zoo."



"I have the keys," she said.



"yes," said Teki, "the ones that open's and close's doors. Let's go and lock this one behind us."



"what about the girl in the sewers? What about Dead?" Said Sam.



"if there is anything that we can do for her. It will be at the information desk at the help center of the powers that be." Said Teki.



So she whispered the words in defeat. And the world trigger activated. Teki leaped forward, turning into a little black cat, and ounce the hatch closed behind him, he hit the button that catapulted them to the zoo's lobby.



The corpses were all that's left of a city of rage—Grey everywhere without the rain required to wash away the memories' filth.





The end of Part one



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