Mount Merbuk, Lost-Part 7.

Post author:Zsolt Zsemba
Post published:April 18, 2024
Post category:blog,

I am Alive

I thought I came to, I thought I was alive, but I was unsure of life, death, heaven, or hell. I could feel my heart pumping, only because with each beat of my heart I felt s shudder of pain along my body. I knew I was alive. I thought I was alive. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move and I didn’t know if my eyes were open, shut, or if I was in absolute complete darkness.

Maybe the leeches ate my eyeballs, maybe I was blind, or this was hell and I will never be able to leave the state that I had found myself in at this very moment. I was unable to comprehend anything. My body felt paralyzed, yet sore, in pain but unable to move. This didn’t compute.

I could neither hear, speak, or see anything. I wondered what happened to Steve. I forgive him, I do as long as we both make it out alive from this devastated state we are in. I could only assume he was in a similar limbo that I found myself in.

I tried my best to calm down. I asked myself, do I want to exist in a state such as this? Maybe not I thought to myself. At that moment I swore I heard a noise. It was a familiar sound, one that rattled my brain. It was as if water was boiling. The bubbles in a pot while on a stove. Something was making the blubbering bubbling sound within earshot.

Again, this shit was not computing in my brain. I had to have been hallucinating until I heard a cough. Steve, it had to be Steve, but no matter where I thought I looked I couldn’t see a damn thing and I didn’t know if I was or was not turning my head. The cough was heard once more and the boiling water sound had stopped.

The complete silence once more. The silence was killing me. But then I heard it, damn it. I heard it! The deep rumble was back! This cannot be, just put me out of my misery and let me go to heaven, hell, or wherever. Anywhere but here! The same damn rumble was back. I then thought of the leeches and them sucking up every drop of my blood. There was no way out, I would be better off dead.

The rumble was very close, it was right by me, like a meter, a centimeter, or whatever. I was in the epicentre of the rubble.

The rumble then came to a sudden halt. A fraction of a second later, a sudden burst of light filled my eyes and I blacked out.

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Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.