《The Genesis Experiment》[The Genesis Experiment] - Dingdong Morales

Dingdong Morales woke up screaming at the tangled blankets, still fighting the creatures trying to kill him. A huge slimy monster tries to suck his brain through the empty eye hole.

Removing the mattress stain, Dingdong gave a weak growl and stumbled to his feet, peeking around the two, looking for the creeps from his nightmare. The large single room was cold and quiet, only a rod of moonlight pouring through the small window, picking up the dust floating in the air. They came again for him. In his dream – as they always do – he is caught sleeping so he is not protected.

They come in the dark. Always in the dark.

Staggering out the window, Dingdong looked up. Dawn is already rising, the horizon has a faint red light, a sign of bad weather to come. He licked the dry lips, he covered his face with the horrible taste in his dry mouth. It dried up like empty beer bottles scattered on the floor around his mattress.

Kicked the bottles aside, he pulled on a pair of dirty jeans, and boots that made the day even better. Then towards the butlers sink, he turned on the cold faucet and rinsed his mouth. Filling a battered aluminum kettle, he lit the gas camper stove and boiled the water.

As he waited for the hot water, Dingdong pulled out the hoodie he had been wearing this past week, then opened a can of sardines, opened them with a long -held spoon, wiped the juice running down his chin with the back of his hand. The kettle finally boiled and he shaved, washed, and drank his 3-in-1 coffee.

Leaving both Piers he walked across the dew-filled lawn towards the cage he dug among the trees, did his business and dumped on some ground afterwards. She feels she is safer now. The sun is shining and they rarely come into daylight.

They come every dark. Always in the dark.

Dingdong was born last year 2003, to a schizophrenic mother and an alcoholic father, not far from where he now lives. Over the years his father – there was much anger at the drunks – they were both abused, until the day the bitter old man died of a heart attack.

Dingdongs mother, who was always a fragile woman and always blamed herself for her husbands death, committed suicide. Her body was found on the moors, her face was eaten. A wild animal they said, but Dingdong knew better who killed her. It was not a wild animal that killed his mother. These are the monsters from his nightmare.

The death of his mother has left Dingdong – who himself suffers from an undiagnosed long -term paranoid personality disorder – into complete paranoia. Now the people gave a wide space to the muttering, trembling man. Except for some of the young people in the village, who thought it would be fun for him to get drunk and listen to his stories of aliens life on Linapacan Island.

At first Dingdong was able to cope well with himself, but then he started drinking. He didn have a proper education or job, but he did have the ability to find weird jobs around the area.

Dingdong prefers to help the boatman on his trips to the Mainland, Palawan. The boatman didn pay him much, but he did give Dingdong a lot of second-hand sci-fi books. Something Dingdong missed.

The arrangement suits the two of them, as the boatman doesn want to spend a lot of money and Dingdong can afford to buy his own books. He loves to lose himself in the beautiful worlds that are within the pages of the book, thinking that he is the hero who will save the world.

Always behind his rent, Dingdongs landlord finally got fed up with him and evicted him. After sleeping soundly in the woods for a few weeks, Mrs Marilyn Borres offered him to use her old hut house in exchange for helping her animals and doing odd jobs around the small farm. Occasionally it even goes to fix for him, he is always shouting about the bottles scattered in the area.

Living with the two of them is the happiest time in Dingdongs life – except for the aliens. Ever since her mother died, the strangers have been silent, only coming to scare him with his dreams. But he knew they were out there, waiting for him. That one day soon now they will go for him, just as they come for his mother.

Dingdongs head is always empty when he thinks about his mother and how the aliens killed him, taking the only th