7:43 PM
Jin let the cold air fill his lungs as he took a deep breath, before letting it out with a harsh exhale. He lifted his legs and, with all his might, kicked the heavy door of the storage room open for who-knows-how-many-times-now; to no avail.
"Shit," he hissed. He bent over with a groan, pain shooting up his leg with how hard he struck the door.
He glared at the damned object, the fire in his eyes almost lighting up the dark room. In a moment of indignation and utter stupidity, he slammed his fist, his knuckles connecting with solid wood with a dull thud. To no one's surprise, it only did more damage to himself than to the door.
He crumpled to the floor, this time cradling his hand with his other as a squeak managed to escape from his lips. He felt the rims of his eyes water as his knuckles throbbed with pain.
He took a few moments to collect himself as he sat bowed down on the floor, heaving deep breaths to lessen the pain.
He looked at the door once again as he slowly stood up, a curse spilling out of his mouth in frustration.
Thinking of no other option, he squared his shoulders, taking a deep breath once more, and cupped his hands beside his mouth.
"Help! Somebody help!" he yelled from the top of his lungs. He banged on the door with his fist as he continued to shout, hoping someone was near enough to hear him.
The storage room he was in was part of the building that was going to be renovated next week. This means that all the rooms in all the 5 floors have already been evacuated and emptied prior as preparation.
Every living soul inside the high school's property was on the other side of the building and he highly doubted that anyone would be in this area. But he was desperate and cold and trapped and he had no other choice.
So, even if he knew no one could hear him, he continued screaming for help.
"Anyone! Please! There's someone trapped in here! Help!"
Jin didn't know how long he was screaming, all he knew was that when he was done his throat was itching and he couldn't stop coughing.
His demeanor deflated as the reality that no one could hear him sank in. Tired from all the kicking and punching and shouting the wooden nuisance had drained him of, he crawled to the edge of the room, where he sat with his back flat on the cold concrete behind him.
He sighed, resting the back of his head on the wall.
He could barely see anything, the moonlight only lending him the slightest of views of the school's storage room—not that there was anything to see. The room was bare, save for the window somewhere in his upper right and was adjacent to the door.
Jin sighed again, feeling the rush of the activity wear off as his body slumped against the wall. He could feel his eyelids begin to drop, exhaustion tugging it's edges as the coldness of the room lulled him. He was slipping away from consciousness, his breathing evening out slowly.
It's okay, he had time. Maybe he could sleep it off and hope that in the morning someone would be looking for him.
Yeah, he could get some shut eye.
Jin was beginning to feel sleep creep in his mind when suddenly, an irregular series of thump, thump, thump from outside crawled towards his ears. He clicked his tongue while keeping his eyes closed, annoyed that whoever was outside was ruining his sleep.
Wait.
Wait a damn minute.
Someone was outside?
