Greetings dear friends coffee lovers, this is my participation in the spillthebeans for which I want to take the opportunity to invite friends @joalheal

  Fatigue overwhelms my body, as I run with all my strength through this dark tunnel with an uncertain course, trying to escape from the monsters that are hunting me. Fortunately, at the moment of the collapse of the base wall, I managed to escape with my life, hiding in the sewers due to the impossibility of facing the strange beings, who took over the entire planet in a matter of months. According to the investigations carried out by the scientists, the origin of these frightful creatures is a mystery, but we all know that they are entities from another dimension that entered our world through the portal that opened the experiment in the Vienna collider when that colossal apparatus failed in the entire terrestrial sphere, that section of strange, evil, perverse and unknown energy was perceived.

  The breath escapes from my decadent body, being only a step away from freezing surrounded by filth and foul-smelling water, I can already feel the numbness of my muscles due to the merciless cold of hell that lashes on the surface and sneaks into the depths of this duct where I am lost, the flashlight barely manages to illuminate dimly in the gloom the black and moldy brick walls that surround me in this infinite labyrinth in which the relief of the big city has become.

  Loneliness begins to play practical jokes on me, I can hear the echoes spreading through the tunnel of truly terrifying cries of lamentation coming from people who are attacked by the beasts on the surface, for the first time the whole of humanity was left at the end of the food chain turning from the predators of nature into the victims of these deformed insects that chose to invade our reality.

  A ray of light appears after the last curve, it is like an eternal flame that guides me toward what seems to be a way out of the darkness, the wound in my leg is serious, and the blood does not stop gushing despite the tourniquet that I tightened as much as I could, the prelude of my death seems certain unless I manage to find medical help. Finally, I manage to get out of the sewer emerging from the underworld, leaving behind much of the soldier's uniform to go into an office building that seems to be a good shelter for my last hours of life, while I crawl across the floor covered with a soft beige carpet, showing a red trail that will undoubtedly give away my location to the hunters who stalk me.

  An old vending machine with Japanese or Chinese lettering, seems to be the only thing still working in this place, who knew? This seems like a perverse joke of fate, it's a canned coffee machine! At least, my last experiences will be accompanied by one of the pleasures I always enjoyed, just by uncorking it the delicious aroma invaded the whole room, the first hot sip brought some lucidity to my raving mind, which was increasingly confused by the loss of the vital liquid.

  A coffee with death, that could be the title of this perverse play, an imaginary conversation invoking the macabre angel that drags my soul to his domain. I am not afraid of you, I have never been, I shouted that with what was left of my voice, I have lived well, I had a modest passage through this reality, but doing what I like as a soldier defending my country, and proudly I give my life for that, I did not have a good childhood that I must admit, but the mistreatment forged the tough man who did not hesitate to leave the military academy with honors, so I am ready, death come and toast with me and enjoy a good hot coffee in this apocalyptic world.

  The noises of something crawling through the tunnel from where I came out, announced that the monsters found the blood trail left by my wound, I can already hear the powerful jaws clenching their teeth and savoring the hot dinner they will make with the beaten body of this fallen fighter. Horror reaches the last fiber of my body, a lacerating fear makes me succumb trembling in front of a horrifying death, screaming in pain while the giant insect is directly in front of me, holding up a sharp claw that pierces into my shoulder burning me like a hot fist. It is then that everything begins to change, the monster no longer looks like what it was, now it is a man dressed in white accompanied by several more, I am dead I thought at first, but a blow of reality crashed against my face, when I understood what they were talking about on the radio, saying: We found the psychiatric patient of ward 2, again he had a hallucination crisis and, as usual, stole a coffee from the machine, we already administered the painkiller.

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