Ambulate: Season One

"Reunited"

Episode
Eight:

My head was burning in prodigious pain. I slowly opened my eyes and my vision was blurry. Slowly after regaining consciousness, my vision became clearer. I was in a room with my hands handcuffed behind the back of a chair.

Desperately I began wiggling and squeezing my hands free, but the more I struggled it only chafed my wrists in my blood. In a loss of hope, I stopped struggling and observed the room which was filled with paintings, animal sculptures, and stacks of tables stacked up against each other.

As I was observing the room I was beginning to feel trepidation at the unknown possibility of my faith. There's no way of escaping from these cuffs unless breaking a part of me. And with a deep breather, I grabbed my left thumb with my right palm, held my breath, and forced it backward, hearing my bone snap like an ergonomic flex pillow.

I then slipped my left hand gently out of the cuff breathing in and out. With my left hand free, I grabbed my broken thumb and reattached it back together without giving myself the count of three, silently screaming.

Elizabeth: HOLY MOTHER OF-! GODDAMNIT!

Quietly I got up from the chair and went straight for the door only to find out it was locked from the other side. I then examined the room one last time for any possible weapon or for any possible scenarios of me escaping this claustrophobic room.

I was beginning to feel the urge of anxiety up until I noticed closely a light-reflecting out behind the stacks of tables. And so I lifted the first table up as heavy as it was pulling my own weight. I managed to place it on the side. In moving about I lifted the second the table frantically rushing myself, but yet doing so quietly.

Finally, before placing the last table aside I took a short rest, but ended short when I heard two guards talking right outside my door. Stiff in a panic I stood staring at the door hoping to God no one unlocks the door. After a few seconds of panicking the two guards talking by the door talked until their voice went faint.

I then grabbed hold of the last table and lifted it halfway up until my arms gave in. The edge of the board dropped on both my toes, holding myself from screaming. I lifted the table with a bit of energy I had left and managed to move it to the side with the rest of the tables.

Unlocked the latch, a gust of wind and rain blew into the room. I looked down and saw I was too high up. if I jumped out from here not only would I break every bone in my body I'd turn into a disabled lurker.

And with acrophobia crawling on the skin of my ass I climbed out of the window, held onto the ledge, pressed my face against the wall, and began moving slowly to the next window balcony. With a successful attempt, I made it to the next window peeking inside relieved to see it empty.

Upon opening the window I entered inside then ran quietly towards the door, turned the door knob slowly and opened the door by an inch, but quickly stepped back when I heard commotion.

Soon as they walked past the door I peeked out and saw two men dressed in combat uniform walking down the right side of the hall holding an FN-FAL. I then sprinted towards the left side of the hall rushing frantically with silence constantly watching around me.

I ran down to the end of the hallway to the emergency stairway exit. Shoved into the push doors and ran down two flights of stairs, but stopped when I saw the second-floor stairwell barricaded with dozens of tables and chairs.

(Enemy Radio)

Alpha Two-Zero-One: Frostbite, this is Alpha Two-Zero-One. Checking in? Over?