English Creative Writing

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The Waiting Room

I didn't know where I was. I didn't want to open my eyes and I wasn't going to. I was soaking wet, lying in a puddle, the smell of dead people burnt my nostrils. I could hear footsteps.

"When shall we take a newbie?" Said a man whose voice prickled the hairs on the back of my neck

"Let him be" A soothing voice said. "When he wakes up we'll sort him out."

I was drenched in frozen water, my skin tight and frost bitten.

"QUIET!" shouted the demonic voice.

I jumped up thinking he was talking to me but I realised he was talking to someone else. There were more than two of them. One of the men was howling strangely to the long line of people.

"I'll meet you hear later......if I don't have too much fun" cackled one of the men.

"You should leave them alone" said the man with a soothing voice.

"PUT HIM IN THE LIST....AND THESE LOT ASWELL" bellowed the angry man.

I tried to open my eyes but I was dying with fear. I was going to try