Supersesses

Mi manca

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"There really is no one, where is everyone?" The man who was now walking beside her. He continued to step while circulating his gaze around, looking for the whereabouts of his other colleagues. But it's all gone somewhere.

"It's really weird when they should all be working, right?" One colleague who had been with him had replied.

"really. But strangely they just disappear."

"How about we check into another room?"

"A good idea. Let's go!" His voice then moved in a different direction than before. They walked towards the room where the rest of the friends were working.

"In this quiet state, I really feel like I'm on a haunted ship" murmured the man beside her.

"Yes. Moreover, it is afternoon in addition soon we will pass Poveglia."

"It feels really gripping" said the man beside her. They continued to step down the corridor, but their focus was severed when they accidentally saw the locker room where they changed clothes open.

"The room is open, let's check there. Who knows if there's one of our friends inside."

"You're right, let's check!" Answer the other, agreeing with the idea of his partner. Both of them accelerated their footsteps. Walk towards the door of the locker room where they used to change clothes.

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CRATTTT!

Fresh blood flowed out as soon as it hit his body hard for the second time. The man was now lying stiff in a lifeless state on the floor filled with blood around him.

"Hahh.. hahh.. hahh.." Piero's breath was irregular. The man then stood up straight, releasing the axe that had originally stuck on the man's body. Piero wiped his face with his arms, trying to catch his breath still panting, stabilizing his originally unstoppable lust.

Piero's focus was immediately seized when he suddenly heard the sound of two men who were stepping toward the room where he was.

"Is there anyone who's walking this way?" Her thought. He was looking for a place to hide. The man went inside one of the lockers, closed the door and stayed inside and waited for the two men to enter.

On the other hand, the two crew members who were originally walking looking for the whereabouts of other colleagues, the, then the two stopped in an instant as they arrived at the doorway and found an incredible scene of glass.

"What's this about? Why is it so fucked up?" Mumbled.

"As if just in a storm," said the other.

The two stepped slowly into the locker room, both eyes circulating checking one by one the lockers were now mostly destroyed.

"I don't know, like there's just a rampage," murmured one.

BRUKK!

His colleague who was walking behind it then accidentally hit his friend who was walking in front.

"What are you doing? Why did you stop?" Stumped though. He turned his head, looking at his colleague with a confused face while the one in his eyes was now looking ahead with a wide-eyed look. His face turned pale and along with that he was petrified in place.

"What's wrong? You okay?" Ask. The man then switched his eyes. He looked in the direction his colleague was looking at, and he was so surprised to see what he saw.

A crewman who was none other than one of his comrades. He was lying on the floor covered in blood. His body was limp, he seemed to lose his energy in an instant. They were now even speechless when they saw what was before him.

On the other hand, without them noticing, Piero was stalking the two. Waiting for the right timing to kill the two. The man was silent inside his locker, tightly gripping the axe he had in his grasp. While both eyes peeked through the gap of the closed locker door.

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Analia changed her lying position so facing the other direction which made her easily see the entrance was located. Since the incident earlier, he really could not calm down and continued to be haunted by fear.

"This calm scares me even more" Analia murmured. He got up from his bed. Walk slowly towards the entrance and make sure that the door is tightly locked.

"There really is no one passing by" he murmured softly. Analia decided to sit back after she noticed the outside of her room through the round window at the entrance.

He stepped over to the chair by the window facing the open sea along the way. He stared out the window, looking at the afternoon sea as it is today, making him instantly think of Elvera.

Analia grabbed the phone in the bag of pants she was wearing. Open the gallery app and search for photos of herself along with Elvera. He was silent looking at the photo. In the photo, she and Elvera look cheerful. The two looked close to each other and smiled at the camera as if to show that they were two best friends who had never quarreled with each other.

But it's not like that. Precisely what appears in the picture in his phone is a fake. In real life, they even often quarrel and often silence each other. But at the same time, sometimes they get along like brothers.

Both eyes of Analia glazed, at a time like this usually only Elvera is always there to calm herself. Usually only Elvera who always encourage him and strengthen him to continue to face everything. But that woman was not there for him now. The woman was not on his side. And that's because they had a big fight and had to separate because the ferry he was supposed to ride was not the ferry he was currently riding.

Slowly unconsciously, her tears just escaped. Moisturize both cheeks smoothly.

"I miss you El," Analia murmured as she gently swiped a picture of herself and Elvera on her phone.

He now regrets their quarrel. It would be his selfishness that continued to blame Elvera for something that was not even entirely the woman's fault. And at this moment, when he was completely alone without anyone understanding the slightest bit of his calm, he just missed the woman. Missing his embrace and longing for his presence which is always the place to lean when he is at his lowest point.

Analia gripped tightly on her phone. Hugged it in his arms while crying.

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