Adam, Wake Up

Chapter Two

For the second time in his recollect-able memory, Adam woke on a cold tile floor. The only difference for this time was that the floor was covered in gunpowder from what happened yesterday. Speaking of that, he suddenly became very painfully aware of his aching muscles upon sitting up. While he hadn't been expecting such soreness, he had been anticipating a head injury.

Using one hand to support his sitting position, he hesitantly lifted the other to the point on his head that made contact with a wall the previous day. Adam was met with, to his surprise, nothing. Not even dried blood though he distinctly remember seeing it on the wall after hitting it. There wasn't even the slightest bump or a dull ache. Okay, if things weren't weird before, they definitely are now.

He shouldn't be complaining, really. It's either the expected crippling pain and possible brain damage, or the odd absence of both.

Carefully, he stood up once again with the help of the wall. The door was unlocked, as expected. Outside of the room, he had three paths to take. One way is leading back to where he first woke up, and the other two were leading to unknown territory.

Before moving on to the latter, he noticed something he probably should have as soon as he left the first room. Both doors he had been through had different colored mats laid out in front. The first being red and the one he was currently standing on being green. That should be handy if he finds himself needing to backtrack to a certain room. Red = Start and Green = Creeper Room.

Adam continued down the hallway slowly, gingerly walking to avoid too much sore pain. This amount of ache shouldn't be normal for someone like him. If was a skilled swordsman who spent a lot of time training, shouldn't he be used to that kind of physical exertion? Exactly how long was he out before waking up yesterday?

It wasn't long before he found another room, this one with a yellow mat. His hand rested on the doorknob, but hesitated. What if there was another Trial awaiting him? He don't think he could fight another strenuous battle like he did yesterday in the shape he was in. But still, there's also the fact that another paper is awaiting. Another scrap of his life from was waiting to be retrieved, but at what price?

He looked down the hall once more, wondering if he had a better option. He briefly considered backtracking and going the other way, but he would probably just stop at another door. Further down the current corridor he was in, he noticed something strange. Not just one, but a multitude of floor to ceiling metal bars blocked his path. All were much too close together to squeeze by.

Seeing no other choice unless he wanted to backtrack, he opened the door.

This time, he was met with a slightly different sight. The windowless room was... furnished. Simply; there's only a table and couch, but still. On the table was a backpack, which was black and gray, had two pockets in the front, two pockets on the sides, and looked like it contained some things.

As tempting as the backpack was, Adam kept his spot in the doorway. Surely a room bearing a gift wouldn't betray him and lock, bringing danger in its wake, would it?

With a deep breath, he left the doorway and went over to pick up what was likely viewed as a kind present to the person who had left it there. The door hasn't slammed shut yet, so that's a good sign. He sat down and unzipped the bag, eager to find out what was waiting inside.

The main and biggest pocket had a package of 50 zipping bags, a roll of duct tape, a black bandana, a pair of gloves, a pocket knife, and a small coil of rope. In the second pocket, there was leather-bound, line-less notebook, and a pen. It certainly looks like a random pile of things he wouldn't really need, but they all have their own uses.