"This is an emergency"

I wrote this story because of the dream that I had last year. I was the scientist who delieved the gen to the Washington and got into the accident. I found myself in the island, and met a lot of interesting people..

• Horror

								
3.28.2035  
6:00 pm  
It is an emergency. The flight O7040 is going to crash. Keep calm and use your oxygen masks to maintain your state. I repeat, it is an emergency.  
"What are we going to do? Washington needs to receive this as quickly as possible. You are aware of the potential harm this broken flask could cause," Julia said, pulling her shawl with blue stripes over a flask full of green liquid.  
"Calm down already! We might die, and the only thing you think about is your stupid gen!" said John, trying to hold his start-shaped amulet in his right hand
A ginger girl was running toward them, tripping.  
"Is the gen okay? It is the development of the decade," Marlena said, losing her breath.  
"Here we go again! Can you stop thinking about this crap on the verge of death?"  
"Flight O7040 is crashing. Let God bless you all," said the pilot.  
The siren sounded, and the plane began to fall. Passengers looked out the window, praying.
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3.28.2035  
7:34 pm  
"I’m Shelly Brown, and we are interrupting the sports news for an immediate report. The plane O7040 crashed two kilometers from Washington, DC. The jet was used for the delivery of the gene that could let people live without oxygen in space. O7040 contained three passengers and the pilot. Accomplished scientists, John Brown, Marlena Bates, and Julia Smith, disappeared in the accident. However, the pilot, James Wazowski, was found dead in the plane. The search team is now exploring the Washington area to find the missing scientists. If by any chance you see them, dead or alive, call us at 7-5-8-5."
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3.28.2035  
8:50 pm  
"Where the hell are we?" said John, experiencing a terrible headache as if he had broken something in his neck.  
He looked around and spotted an island. It was blank, and there wasn't much other than the water around the small area.
"John!" Two girls shouted to the man who was massaging his head to reduce his restless pain.  
"We thought you were dead!"  
"You wish!"  
"We are in the middle of nowhere! All phones are dead, and we have no food. What are we going to do?"  
As the ginger girl scowled under the cold, lifeless stars in the night sky, she spoke:  
"But we saved the gen."  
"We need somewhere to hide! As quickly as possible. There could be some wild animals or something even worse," said John, standing up quickly.  
The entire group went down to the dark island searching for a hiding place. And suddenly,  
"Hey! There is a cave!"  
"Let’s go! It’s damn cold here, unlike the California we’ve been to yesterday."  
They stepped gingerly inside the cave, and the freezing wind assaulted their bones. It was dark and strangely quiet within, but they heard a voice and saw a fire deep below.
"Hey, is there someone inside?" screamed Julia in fear.  
The air grew cool and damp as they moved deeper, the walls adorned with ancient, cryptic symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, eerie light.  
Marlena, trailing slightly behind, studied the symbols with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. "These markings... they’re warnings," she whispered, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns.  
Suddenly, the path widened into a hollow chamber. At its center sat an elderly man, cloaked in shadows, his eyes like burning embers. His presence was commanding and timeless, as if he had been waiting for them for centuries.  
"Who are you?" John demanded, stepping forward.  
"Dum gornath, vesh kaldo. Junh derok. Fesh trath mor, seldo thrak."  
Julia and Marlena exchanged confused glances, but John’s face turned pale as the meaning settled in his mind. He had studied fragments of this ancient tongue during his research.  
"Everyone except for you will die," John translated, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at the elderly man, his heart pounding. "Why?"  
The old man’s eyes seemed to pierce through him, filled with ancient sorrow. "Because the cave demands a sacrifice. To take its treasures, life must be given. You are the chosen one, John. Only you can leave this place alive."  
Marlena’s face twisted in fear and anger. "This is madness! We need to leave now!"  
However, the man disappeared, like a shadow or a ghost.  
They ran toward the exit, but it was too late. The old man reappeared and examined the terrified faces, scrutinizing every detail.
"John, you have to choose a path. If you go to the right, you will be famous worldwide. All the money in the world is yours.  
And if you go to the left, you will die, like your colleagues. Which one do you choose?" The old man grabbed the two girls in his arms, fracturing their bones instantly. The blood flowed between his trembling fingers.
"RIGHT!" he yells and runs toward the path.
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3.28.2041  
10:30 am  
John’s eyes fluttered open, and he was greeted by the sterile, white ceiling tiles of a hospital room. The harsh scent of antiseptic filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the damp, musty air of the cursed island he had last remembered. He blinked several times, trying to clear the fog from his mind, struggling to piece together the fragments of his memory.  
"He is awake! Find Doctor Green!"  
"No need to worry, I’m already here."  
He turned to John and said,  
"Congratulations! You’ve made it through the coma. We found the gen, and now you are considered the best scientist in the world! Your fortune is estimated at more than 4 billion dollars, can you imagine? It’s been more than five years."  
"What happened to the girls?" He knew they would be happy to finally achieve the dream they’d killed for.  
"Unfortunately, they were found dead in the nearby forest in Washington. I’m so sorry, John. Here, it belongs to you." Doctor Brown gave him a slightly damaged flask full of green liquid.  
"Well," John thought, "selling my soul to Satan paid off indeed."
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