Get Out Alive

Lost

He ran.

He had turned around and ran.

Each step hitting the floor hard, echoing hollowly throughout the building. The disfigured creatures words repeated over and over in his mind like a broken record, words that he couldn't seem to shake.

"You better keep looking for your buddy before it's too late."

Simon was in here. Something had happened, and that THING, that radio looking monster, had something to do with it, he was sure of it. But it had given him a strange amount of hope, now more determined to find him than ever. Going back to the car was no longer in the realm of possibilities until he finds him.

He has to find him now.

He stumbled, nearly tripping on broken off cement that had fallen from the ceiling at some point, and barely caught himself from falling face first onto the hard floor. He was heaving as he finally slowed down, shaking from being so out of breath. Or was it maybe the adrenaline rushing through him? Emmet didn't feel like he was far away enough, but he probably never would as long as he was in the same building as that ghastly figure of a man.

The long haired man leaned against the wall closest to him, maybe putting his entire weight on the thing wasn't the smartest but he couldn't care less now as he was desperately trying to catch his breath.

This couldn't be happening.

Just a few hours before this they had both been wandering around the area and marveling at the fallen down buildings, theorizing about what this place might've been used for in its prime years...

But all that seemed so far away now, and almost unreal. None of this felt real. It couldn't be, right? This was just a bad nightmare. It had to be.

He fumbled with his pockets before fishing up his phone. It was still dead. No matter how much he begged it to turn back on the screen just remained black. This would've been the one time that he would be happy to get blinded by the absolute floodlight that was the lock screen, but that would be wishful thinking at this point.

"Damnit- Why didn't either of us think of bringing a flashlight? Why didn't I do that?" But the realization of why hit him pretty quick. Simon has the keys, and the car was still locked. Maybe he should've checked before he left this final time if it really was locked, maybe by some miracle it would've opened for him...

He groaned at his own stupidity, letting himself slide down the wall until he was sitting on the floor and leaning back on it. Crumpled up and ancient wallpaper cascaded down the wall along him with some raining down on him again, along with all kinds of dust that he didn't even want to think of what it could be consisting of.

He could always try and go back to the car, break one of the windows for the sake of getting a flashlight and a powerbank to charge his phone and then come back to try and find his friend again. But the darkness of the night advised against it. They had parked away from the area, just in case anyone showed up which would give them a better chance of getting out and away from there, but it proved to be a big mistake now during the dark hours. It was hard enough trying to find his way back to this building, it was probably near impossible to find their car in the forest without as much as a light to guide him.

God damn Simon and the way he always had to think things through.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, still somewhat winded from running. He figured the time's around 11 now, which left him at least seven hours until the break of dawn, more until sunrise. He was stranded there until he either found Simon or the sun came up, and he was hoping on the former. Judging by what that radio man said, he didn't have much time to spare and a trip back to their car could potentially cost more than he was willing to risk.