Encerrado

   Siento el agua alrededor mío y me despierto de golpe porque creo ahogarme, creo que en cualquier momento mis pulmones se llenarán de agua y entonces moriré en medio del mar. Pero el agua no es salada y no estoy en el mar sino tirado sobre un charco de agua que se expande sobre una superficie semi lisa que está igual de fría que el agua que siente alrededor de mi cuerpo.

 Trato de levantarme pero no tengo la fuerza ni para sostener mi cuerpo. Apenas soy capaz de mover los brazos para que mis manos estén al lado de mi cabeza pero eso es todo. Cierro los ojos de nuevo, pues el brillo de la luz es demasiado y me da mareo. De hecho, siento que voy a vomitar en cualquier momento y no quiero puesto que no soy capaz de moverme. Quiero llorar pero tampoco puedo y entonces me doy cuenta que me duele absolutamente cada parte del cuerpo, cada extremidad, como si de repente el dolor de muchas heridas hubiese entrada a mi cuerpo, ya sin que nada lo impida.

 El dolor me hace dormir una vez más. Tengo uno de esos sueños que no son nada, que no significan nada y que parecen pasar a toda velocidad. Yo no quiero soñar nada ni ver a nadie en ellos ni recordar como se siente oír la voz otro ser humano cerca de mis oídos. No quiero nada de eso porque sé que en poco tiempo, en apenas instantes, estaré muerto. Y no quiero luchar ni pelear ni esforzarme de manera alguna por lograr nada. Si ya no hice nada en la vida, que se queden las cosas así. No le debo nada a nadie.

 Para mi decepción, despierto de nuevo. Esta vez no estoy en el mismo lugar, o al menos no lo parece. Estoy sobre un colchón que huelen a orina y por lo que veo es un recinto estrecho, pequeño, donde incluso el techo parece bajo, como a punto de aplastarme. Esta vez me muevo por el miedo que siento pero entonces oigo el tintineo del metal y siento de repente su frío recorrerme, desde los pies a la cabeza. No estoy seguro porque no soy capaz de incorporarme, pero creo que estoy esposado por los pies a la cama en la que estoy.

 No puedo mantener los ojos abiertos mucho rato pero sigo despierto y trato de oír mi entorno pero no oigo a nadie ni nada que me diga donde estoy. Solo escucho un goteo no muy lejano y los pasos de lo que deben ser ratas en la cercanía. Espero que esos desgraciados animales coman mejor que yo porque o sino tendré algo más que preocuparme y ciertamente no quiero nada de eso. No hay almohada, apoyo directamente la cabeza en el colchón sucio y creo que ya está claro que me rindo y que no quiero seguir pretendiendo que voy a ganar la partida, ya perdí y lo admito y solo quiero que me dejen en paz pero dudo mucho que eso pase, puesto que por algo estoy aquí.

 Mi mente viene y va. Me quedo dormido por breves o largos periodos de tiempo (no lo tengo claro) pero siempre vuelvo y me despierto a ver que ha pasado a mi alrededor. Y la verdad es que nada cambia. No hay comida, que yo sepa, no viene nadie a darme agua y lo único que sé es que ya no se oyen los pasitos de las ratas. Después de despertarme unas cuantas veces, concluyo que el olor que emana el colchón ha sido causado por mi. Seguramente me he orinado encima bastantes veces desde que estoy aquí, sería imposible que no fuera así.

 De pronto, en una de esas veces que me despierto, siento que la puerta de la celda se abre y alguien entra. No dice nada y yo no volteo a mirar quién es. Mantengo con firmeza la cabeza girada hacia el lado contrario porque ya no me interesa saber nada, ya no quiero meterme más en todo esto y solo quiero que se den cuenta que me he rendido y que no pienso hacer nada contra ellos, nunca más. No oigo su voz, solo su respiración. Sale de la habitación unos momentos después y cierran la puerta. Respiro con más facilidad cuando eso pasa pero entonces me pongo a pensar si mi mensaje ha sido recibido o si preferirán asesinarme para prevenir.

 De nuevo duermo pero esta vez se siente que ha sido por más poco tiempo. Es la puerta que me despierta y esta vez sí me volteo a mirar quién entra: son dos tipos con la cara cubierta. Supongo que son hombres por su musculatura pero podría equivocarme. Cada uno libera uno de mis tobillos y después uno de ellos me pone un antifaz en la cabeza, para que todo lo que vea sea una negrura inmensa. Siento que me toma por los brazos y las piernas y yo me dejo llevar, no voy a pelear con ellos ni a hacer nada que los ofenda.

 Siento que me cargan al exterior, pues siento algo de viento en mi cabeza y un olor particular, como a pino o algo por el estilo. Entonces me dejan sobre una superficie suave y escucho el sonido de puertas cerrándose. Segundos después siento un pinchazo y entonces el antifaz se vuelve un adorno pues quedo dormido profundamente. En el sueño imagino que me quito el antifaz y veo a los hombres que me cargaban y los beso y los abrazo y ellos me corresponden, y bailamos y nos queremos como locos. Es un sueño estúpido, sin ningún sentido.

 Cuando me despierto, el brillo de la luz es peor que en lugar del piso de cemento. Cierro los ojos al instante y entonces una enfermera viene y apaga la luz. Solo queda prendida una luz débil, azulosa, que sale de la cabecera de la cama, donde hay interruptores y todo eso. La mujer se disculpa y revisa cosas a mi alrededor. Yo mantengo los ojos cerrados y la escucho, revisar bolsas y aparatos y murmurar por lo bajo.

 Pasadas unas semanas, creo que ya tengo más cara de ser humano que nunca antes. Me dice la enfermera que cuando llegué tenía el rostro demacrado y la piel verdosa y que ahora parezco mejor alimentado, incluso si el noventa por ciento de mi comida sigue siendo suero. No me dejarán comer solidos por unos días más. A mi me da igual. Me siento mucho mejor que antes y ya no me quiero morir, incluso cuando todos los días me agobian varias preguntas a las que no tengo respuesta: Que va a ser de mi cuando salga de aquí? Que vida tendré, si ya he olvidado la que tenía?

 En efecto, ya no recuerdo con exactitud mi nombre. Ya han pasado días y un hombre me visita y me explica quién era yo. Es una situación muy particular, muy extraña, pues el hombre me muestra fotos en las que salgo yo, más que todo en viajes familiares o situaciones por el estilo. A mi me gusta ver esas fotos pero no recuerdo nada de ellas. Aprendo mi nombre otra vez pero antes se me preguntan si quiero cambiarlo. Yo asiento, hablo muy poco.

 Cuando esa terapia termina, empieza el periodo de explicarme como está mi salud. Ya me dejan tomar sopas y jugos, lo que agradezco enormemente pues mi garganta duele mucho menos ahora. Un día llega otro hombre, este vestido de doctor, y dice que necesita explicarme como estoy. Yo no quiero oír pero no tengo opción. Él me explica que cuando me dejaron frente al hospital tenía varios órganos comprometidos por lo que parecían ser golpizas sistemáticas. Además tenía gran cantidad de químicos en el cuerpo, seguramente los medicamentos que me daban para mantenerme drogado. También habían encontrado infecciones en mi vejiga.

 Hizo una pausa el doctor antes de hablarme de las violaciones. Cuando escucho la palabra, ni siquiera parpadeo. Lo sé y la verdad me da igual. Su voz parece lejana mientras explica que me han hecho los exámenes debidos y afortunadamente no tengo nada en la sangre a excepción de una anemia severa. Me explica también que medicamentos deberé tomar y entonces se retira.

 Los días pasan y es entonces que me doy cuenta que tengo mucho miedo. Tengo miedo de tener que salir al mundo de nuevo, de enfrentarme a la realidad de la que he estado alejado por tanto tiempo. No tengo ganas de nada pero obviamente no puedo quedarme en el hospital. Me dicen que han encontrado un sitio para mi y un trabajo en casa por mis condiciones especiales. Yo solo asiento, puesto que negarme no es una opción realista. No sé quién ha dado el dinero para mi casa o quién me contrata en el trabajo, pero no me interesa en lo más mínimo. Es cosa de ellos, sean quienes sean.

 Semanas después, todavía sigo sin subir las persianas de las ventanas. No me gusta que entre mucho sol a mi pequeño apartamento, que me he enterado que es mío y de nadie más. Igual, no quiero saber. Me paso los días pensado y eso me tortura y el trabajo desde casa no ayuda mucho. A veces me despierto en la noche sudando y pensando que estoy de nuevo en la celda. Pero olvido que he cambiado de cárcel.

Soon

   His body entered the water slowly and was soon covered in foam that smelled of vanilla. He sat down on the edge of the enormous Jacuzzi and just closed his eyes and pulled his head back. Adam was trying to relax after the party he had thrown, a luncheon in honor of all the donors that had decided to give money to the hospital his foundation ran. They were all nice people, always smiling and nodding and shaking hands with one another. Adam knew most of them really well, from other events and from social encounters, and he knew most of them wee awful people.

 He took advantage of their guilt to fuel his philanthropic endeavors with all the money they had to give which was a lot. They were owners of huge companies and brands and taking a thousand dollars out of their bank account was almost unnoticeable. Their guilt came from the fact that most of them were always doing something behind close doors, whether it was having an affair, or having links with organized crime or having some sort of sickness or condition that they didn’t want anyone to find out about, among other reasons.

 It’s not like they knew Adam knew but rather than they used any social service available to atone for their sins and guilt. For Adam, who was a young businessman and also the owner of several companies, that had to be taken advantage of, instead of potentially loosing that money to other “causes” like prostitutes or alcohol. He didn’t have to threaten or to convince anyone, they just did what he expected them to do and that had always been the case even when his father was alive.

 It had been five years ago that his father had died and had left him in charge of every single one of the companies he owned and also in possession of most of his estates. Of course, his siblings had attempted to fight this will but he soon clarified no one would be kicked out of nowhere and there would be no fighting among family members. He distributed the estate and was sure everyone was represented in the various businesses they had. That way he earned his family’s trust and also the respect of their community of wealth.

 In time, with his keen eye for business, he managed to win the respect of every single company owner in the country and was able to prove to them that his young age was not a downside of who he was but rather and interesting and potentially key characteristic. After all, his father had died when he was just twenty-seven years old and many in the companies and among his family thought he wasn’t mature enough. He had an older sister and his dad had partners who were more experienced. But the will of his father was respected and he ended up being what they all needed in order not to let everything be lost.

 However, he wasn’t perfect himself. It was not that Adam had any obvious flaw but rather that he had too much interest in his rivals and friends. He had many of them watched by private investigators, forming kind of a team that revealed to him every little dirty secret they all had behind close doors. This gave him the advantage in every business negotiation because, although he would never blackmail anyone, he knew how to use those secrets in his own advantage. He was truly obsessed with getting to know everything about a person and wouldn’t let his investigators rest if they hadn’t found anything meaty.

 In that luxurious bathtub, he would often have a bath, as he would check all the files on his investigations. He was very adamant that if there wasn’t any interesting discovery in the first month, he normally left the person alone unless it was a current rival of sorts. He didn’t want to be using all of that to be a rat. Business was business and that’s what it was all about but personal things, very personal ones were just out of bounds. He had discovered, for example, how some people he investigated were HIV positive or had cancer. This for example was never used against them and the files he had were destroyed because that was personal.

 What he liked to find was something like a love affair, like some weird transaction with the mob or something like that. Both those things made people feel very guilty and guilty people are not good for business. It was very easy beating them in that arena where he had learned to excel from a young age, thanks to the tutoring of his father. He used those really silly secrets to make them tremble in their pants and from there his victory was already settled.

 The fun thing about it all was that Adam tried to be the contrary of all those rivals. First of all, he wasn’t stupid enough to do something crooked. He had all kinds of advisors and people working for him that would tell him if he was making a mistake or how to achieve something without the need of dirty money or cheating. If he didn’t saw an honest way to do something, he simply didn’t do it. He was rich enough so it wasn’t that bad not to win more money. He wasn’t driven by money because he had learned to control his thirst for power.

 Besides, he was very open about his life, both personal and in business and was always very clear that he didn’t answer to any one in his personal decisions and that only his family mattered in his business ones. That was it so he wasn’t the best media character, even if some news outlets loved to show some pictures of him hugging beautiful models, kissing men and women or having luxurious holidays in some faraway hotspot.

 Adam was not about settling, that was true. He wouldn’t marry any women because he thought that kids would come soon and he didn’t wanted children not to have a father. Because he was always away for business, was always focused on that and had only a few very well defined moments during the week when he could just relax. He didn’t think a wife and kids deserved that, even if it came with all the money and privilege he had to offer. His mother insisted that he got married to continue the line and have someone inherit all of it when he died. And she was right but he had no idea how to accomplish that.

 He had also thought of the option of marrying a man but that had the same problems, minus the conceiving part that would be replaced by the whole process of adoption or by them using a surrogate mother, which was his favorite option of the two. Any way, he wouldn’t have time for them and he wanted to be able to share everything.

 The bottom thing was that he needed to love someone and that didn’t happen. He had sex often enough and went into dates and was charming as a man could be, but no one had really made him think about them as a potential wife or husband. He was very nice and a complete gentleman with them but he needed someone that gave him something he didn’t have, that made him feel unbalanced but, at the same time, that made him feel like everyone with that person was worth it.

 Adam was not very big on the concept of love. He thought it more like an alliance of sorts were two people realize they have to be together because they work much better as a team. He knew many people like that, friends and family, and he had the image of his parents, who had always loved each other just like that, helping each other and being the best partners one could ever see.

 With the soothing sound of water around him, Adam realized that some day he would want children, that one day he would want to wake up and find someone he loved to smell next to him. He was only thirty two years old and thought that maybe it could happen the next day or in a couple of years but he was sure it would happen because, sometimes, he felt that need but it wasn’t as strong as it could be. He knew it wasn’t strong enough yet.

 He then stood up and walked naked towards a wall, where some wind blowers dried him up. He had to stand there like the Vitruvius man, feeling the soft caress of all that wind. Then, his mouth began to feel dry and the world around him started to get distorted. He felt dizzy and tried to hold on to the well but he just fell to the ground, a marvelous granite floor.

No hay más

   Mientras alucinaba en mi cuarto, podía oír los sonidos del exterior, que se mezclaban con aquellos que venían de mi mente. Además estaban esos puntos brillantes y manchas de colores que podía ver incluso en un cuarto cerrado y oscuro como el mío. Los puntos de luz eran como pequeñas explosiones que estallaban cerca de mi cara y que me hacían pensar en fuegos artificiales mal ejecutados. Todos parecían brillar con más intensidad entre más cerca estaban de mi. Y las manchas podían ser de diversas formas: circulares, alargadas, pequeños palitos distribuidos uniformemente por el espacio, con colores surrealistas, invadiendo todo mi campo de visión.

 Por eso prefería dormir, hubiera preferido nunca despertar más y dejar de sentir lo que sentía y de ver esos malditos puntos y esos brillos que tanto odio. Pedí la muerte infinidad de veces, sobre todo cuando me despertaba con ganas de vomitar y de salir corriendo, así no hubiera manera de salir. Solo había una pequeña ventana que me ayudaba a saber si era de noche o de día, eso era todo. Esa maldita ventana fue la tortura más grande de todas puesto que yo hubiese preferido no volver a saber nada del mundo exterior, de la gente o de los sonidos que, afortunadamente, no se colaban por esa ventana.

 La comida no estaba mal, de hecho era muy buena, pero sufría cada vez que recibía el plato por la rendija de la puerta. Sabía que fuera lo que fuera, me iba a causar un gran malestar que no podría calmar en días. Y tener el retrete a centímetros de la cama no ayudaba en nada. Era un desastre y por eso quería que todo terminase, que no hubiese más comida para mi, ni más ventana  ni más nada. Quería morir sentado en ese retrete o en mi cama o, lo mejor, durmiendo y soñando alguna de esas horribles pesadillas que todavía tenían la capacidad de hacerme despertar sudando.

 No recuerdo cuanto tiempo estuve en esa celda, en esa habitación. Solo recuerdo los sonidos de gente arrastrando los pies en vez de caminar con propiedad, de cubiertos metálicos chocando contra el piso de cemento, de voces lejanas y risas que parecían mal ubicadas en semejante lugar. Esos eran los sonidos de la realidad. Luego estaban los de las pesadillas, que me torturaban todos los días. Eran gritos y quejidos, chillidos y berridos de los más horribles e inquietantes. Mi mente era un cementerio.

 Lo bueno, lo único creo en todo el asunto, era que mi vida no cambió en lo que parecieron ser años. No veía gente y eso me alegraba porque tenía suficiente con las personas que veía en mi cabeza, los que se presentaban en las noches más oscuras para torturarme y recordarme quién era, como si fuera un juego sórdido y retorcido el evitar que se me olvidaran todos esos rostros que alguna vez yo había apreciado sin duda. Me torturaban y creo que eso hacía parte de lo bueno.

 No quiero recordar el maldito día en que volví a ver la luz. Yo confiaba, y quería, que la última luz en mi vida fuera la de la luna que a veces, muy pocas, entraba por la pequeña ventana de mi habitación. Nunca había deseado más. Pero ese deseo no me fue concedido.

 Un día las puertas de todas las celdas se abrieron y todos fuimos libres de irnos. Por lo que oí, mientras me tapaba con mis cobijas, no había guardias ni nadie que evitara que la gente se fuera. Yo me quedé en mi cama y me rehusé a dejar mi pequeña celda, mi pequeño espacio en el mundo. Me quedé allí de espalda a la puerta abierta y creo que lo hice un por un tiempo largo. Pude resistir salir.

 De nuevo, veía algo positivo en que las puertas se hubiesen abierto: ya no había más ruido que el de su mente en el lugar. Esa prisión, o lo que fuese, estaba ya desierta. A diferencia de él, el resto de inquilinos había tenido todas las intenciones de salir corriendo apenas pudieran y eso habían hecho. Disfruté de ese silencio y pude dormir mejor algunas noches más, hasta que las pesadillas parecieron volver de sus vacaciones. Se ponían cada vez peores, más agresivas y violentas y yo me despertaba gimiendo y gritando como un cerdo al que van a matar.

 En una de esas fue que noté como el agua que salía del pequeño lavamanos se había reducido hasta ser un hilillo insignificante. Al día siguiente, ya no salía nada. Si no había agua allí, iba a morir. Y creo que esa fue la primera vez en mucho tiempo que sonreí, Por fin se me había proporcionado una manera de morir dignamente, de irme de este maldito mundo sin mayores complicaciones, sin pensar en nada más sino en mi. Agradecía tanto que temí volverme religioso antes de morir.

 Los días pasaron y el efecto de la sequía se tardó en entrar en mi cuerpo pero cuando entró trajo consigo más dolor y alucinaciones. Más imágenes mentirosas y sonidos que no estaban allí. El delirio era tal que no sabía, por momentos, si estaba despierto o dormido o si todos los dolores que sentía por todo el cuerpo eran uno solo o varios o si no estaban del todo allí, como yo que cada vez me alejaba más de la realidad, más no de la vida.

 En uno de esos delirios vi unos ángeles hermosos, con cara de venir de una estrella lejana. Me cargaron gentilmente y sentí calor y frío mientras pasaba de un lugar a otro. Flotaba entre ellos y me sentía volando como uno de esos pájaros que no había visto en años. Me sentí sonreír y supe en ese momento que por fin la muerte había venido y este era ese último paseo antes de terminar con todo. Le agradecí que no me llevara de paseo por mi vida sino que me diera una vuelta por los cielos y la paz.

 No se imaginan mi decepción cuando desperté, cuando abrí los ojos. Tenía ojos! Me dio rabia y un sentimiento enorme de culpa y de odio y de todo lo malo que se pueda sentir en un momento así. Empecé a llorar y a gritar y a pelear y golpee gente pero no me importó. Le lancé puños y patadas, gritos e insultos. Le di a un par antes de que me sometieran bajo su fuerza a punta de algo que me hizo dormir de nuevo pero de una forma extraña pues solo recuerdo un sueño en blanco, con una textura extraña.

 Cuando desperté de nuevo estaba amarrado a la cama con lo que parecían cinturones de seguridad. No podían mover ni piernas ni manos y mi primera reacción fue llorar. No solo por la luz que era excesivamente brillante sino porque no había logrado mi cometido. Que tan difícil era morir? Llevaba años intentándolo, una y otra vez pero nada parecía servir. Yo solo quería que el dolor de mi alma y de mi cuerpo se fuera, quería dejar de pensar y de sentir y de ver y de estar. Era eso tan malo, era ese un crimen tan horrible?

 Pareció que mis ángeles, quienes sea que fueran, entendieron que no me gustaba la luz brillante porque dejaron de encenderla y solo mantenían prendida una luz en el suelo, al nivel de los pies. Amarrado como estaba, yo podía apreciar esa luz azulada, que menos mal no tenía poderes sobre mi, ni la capacidad de hacerme saltar de la rabia. Creo que aprendí a querer a esa luz como nunca antes quise a ninguna luz.

 Por fin, un día me habló uno de los ángeles y me decepcioné al ver que era tan solo una mujer. Simple y básica, como toda la humanidad. Quería hacerme preguntas y que la ayudara con no sé que cosas. Yo no dije nada, no respondí. Ella se sentó por varios días al lado de mi cama y me bombardeaba con preguntas varias. Era un fastidio total, sobre todo porque la gran mayoría de esas preguntas no tenía significado alguno para mí.

 A quién le importaba si yo había tenido hijos, o que color me gustaba o si había volado alguna vez en avión? Que tenía que ver de donde eres, cual era mi nombre y si recordaba a mis padres? Era una ridiculez completa y no le puse atención a nada, prefiriendo acomodarme lo mejor posible con mis amarras y tratar de dormir y rezar por una muerte rápida y sin dolor alguno. Creo que a esas alturas ya me la merecía.

 Pero la mujer insistía e insistía hasta que un buen día preguntó algo que me hizo saltar, que me colmó la paciencia.

       -       Cuando lo tomaron como prisionero? Cuanto tiempo estuvo capturado?

 Me quise lanzar contra ella pero no pude. Casi le ladré, le quería arrancar los ojos por hacer semejantes preguntas tan estúpidas. Escupiendo la mayor cantidad de saliva que podía, le contesté que yo jamás había sido prisionero de nadie y que no me importaba cuanto tiempo había estado allí. Lo único que había querido era que me aceptaran como preso. Los presioné para que me encerraran con el resto y pudiese tener una vida tranquila con mis pensamientos. Pero no, no había podido tener eso ni morir en paz.

 La mandé a hacer cosas que creo que ella nunca había escuchado. Entonces sentí una aguja entrar en mi brazo izquierdo. Caí en la cama y, antes de cerrar los ojos, le dije al enfermero: “Que sea mortal”.

The swamp

   It wouldn’t have been possible to do it in any other way. Theo’s arm had to be cut off and his brother Gary was the one that had to do it, as he was the only one medically capable to do such a thing. Of course, Gary was could not bring himself up to do it. His hands were shaking too much, he cried and sobbed and he just couldn’t do anything in his state. Instead, it was Jennifer that did what had to be done. She had no training and no real talent for such a thing but she did have the balls to do what no one else could do as she had been through too much and she had passed all tests possible.

 She refused to be a nurse to Theo and forced Amanda, who was Theo’s ex-wife after all, to do that job. Amanda was appalled that she had to be there to see that and to hear the person she had loved so much scream in agony and cry like he had never seen him cry before. He got close to him after Jennifer had put on the first bandage and cleaned the wound and put on bandages that were covered in the tree sap that they had found earlier. It was likely that the plants around them had some medicinal value and Theo should be the first one to take advantage of such valuable goods.

 That night, they decided to protect their little camp all at the same time. They couldn’t ask just one of them to make a watch because they knew that Theo’s screams had lured many dangerous creatures nearby. It would have been a better idea just to leave that place altogether but decided to give the poor man a night to rest before starting to move again. Besides they had no stretcher to carry him, so it was better if he rested and walked by himself the next day.

 However, he was still too weak to walk. He had vomited at least twice during the night and the tree sap had apparently not helped at all. Amanda decided to change the bandages, clean the wound, put on some new fabric over it and move along. She carried Theo with the help of Gary as Jennifer stood in front of the group with the rifle. She was very good with weapons and very skilled in hand-to-hand combat. They had seen her kill two men with her own hands, so they knew they had nothing to worry.

 Advancing through the thick jungle was difficult, as they had to move from lower to higher and the to lower ground again quite often. It was obvious that Theo was slowing them down too much. Jennifer looked at him with contempt every time she could and Amanda knew that she was right to feel threatened by his presence. If a creature sprung out of the water and killed them, it would probably be his fault. Because he had decided to be the hero some days earlier. Because he had decided that he was better than any of the others that had been there before, with them.

 Amanda knew what kind of man Theo was.

 At the end of that day, they really hadn’t done too much. Jennifer went up a tree and, after coming back, she told them she had been unable to see any lights or fire nearby. So no one was there with them, or at least no one with the ability to make fire. They were lucky to have Gary, who was an avid smoker and always had a lighter on him. The lighter was half full but they only used it to lit up a small fire and night, with the help of some dry branches.

  Of course, it wasn’t Gary who started their small campfire. It was Jennifer who did that as she had decided it was not the very best idea to let a person as unbalanced as Gary handle anything that could harm any other human being. He had been fucked in the head, or so said Jennifer every time she found Gary speaking alone and doing these annoying screeches. Amanda knew he had been hit in the head, at last that was what one of the guys that was with him and Theo told them. Besides, he had seen them all been eaten by one of the creatures of the swamp, so you couldn’t really blame him.

 The sounds all around them announced the presence of several life forms near them. It was imperative to keep the fire alive, as it was the only thing keeping all the creatures away. Again, the two women had no sleep at all and Gary didn’t close his eyes either, as he was incapable of since he had since his brother go through so much. Theo, on the other hand, had now come back from the dead and asked for water. He still had to be helped when walking but only by one person so maybe they would be advancing faster.

 As Amanda distributed a piece of power bar for each person, Jennifer ate her piece fast enough and went up a tree again. From there, she could see the eternal tapestry of the jungle: trees and trees and trees, forming a vast green carpet that covered a very good part of the entire planet. The other part was covered in water and there she knew colonists had at least one base, one place from which they could help them if they made it to the edge of the jungle, to the mangrove covered beach.

 But as she watched the trees and thought of her survival, she saw something interesting. It was kind of a glimmer, kind of sparkle somewhere to the south. She knew they had to keep walking east if they wanted to find the ocean but whatever was shining there, in the middle of all those trees, had to be something interesting. She thought about telling them and just splitting up but she realized they would never agree with her, they were too scared to even move and they knew that without her and Theo, Amanda and Gary could easily be labeled swamp food.

 When she came down, Jennifer redirected their stops towards the southeast, declaring she had seen smallest tress that way, so the path to the ocean could be easier through there. It was all a lie to cover her need to find out what was there with them, what did the swamp hide to them.

 Theo felt much better by the end of the following day and was very enthusiastic about coming out of the jungle pretty soon. Gary understood his attitude and he started to be less of a nuisance at night, even if he still refused to sleep, even a few minutes.

 Finally, one day they encountered what Jennifer had been wanting to find: it was a huge wall that penetrated into the water below them and rose several meters up. It curved and even if they were that close she knew it had to be some kind of dome. All of them touched the glass and it felt strange, not quite solid and its temperature seem to rise.

 Amanda was the first to scream. The wall augmented its temperature very fast when someone touched it. So when the woman left her hand there, she was severely burned. Theo helped her by pouring water on her hand and telling her she should scrub it all off before pustules started to emerge. The former lovers went down the vines and reached the water. It was very dangerous but they had to do it to clean the wound properly. Amanda was brave and did not scream at all.

 But that did not stop a gigantic monster to appear and try to eat her or, at least, her hand. It had lots of legs and eyes. Theo helped her going up the vines, as Jennifer prompted them to go faster and to follow them. They ran, as the creature broke several branches and slammed against the glass of the dome, which seemed not to raise its temperature when the creature touched it.

 Theo and Amanda reached their companions and stopped to take a breath but that had been a mistake. The creature managed to get close to them and expelled a disgusting tongue out of its orange mouth. The tongue trapped Gary and the others held his hands in order to fight the monster, Jennifer shooting to push it away. But the swamp won the round. Theo slipped and fell and Amanda wasn’t strong enough. Gary was pulled into the creature’s mouth and down into the water. Jennifer shot twice more but then she stopped.

 Theo pushed her and asked why she hadn’t fired faster and more times to which she answer they couldn’t waste bullets. Theo was on the verge of hitting her but then a loud sound interrupted them and their thoughts. The sound came from the dome. Suddenly, a part of the wall disappeared and they were allowed inside.

 They all walked in unsure of what that would mean for their lives. Bu they couldn’t stay in one place for too long. The swamp was a nightmare and that dome was the only thing reminiscing humanity that could be found around them.

 Maybe the dome was a trap and maybe they should have escaped faster. But, who knows, they may have survived to tell the most amazing story yet.