whats the meaning of death

Chapter 1 "friends"

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THUD!

I jump to my feet raising my fist, after having been awoken by the sound of something hitting the ground. My eyes start scanning my surroundings. I appear to be in some sort of rundown cell, with moss growing out of the walls and the iron bars making up the door to my left having rusted to the point it looks ready to crumple under its own weight. In the right corner of the room opposite to me is a bucket and some bags, laying right in front of me is a dried... up... corpse...

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I let out a blood curdling scream, falling backwards I scramble to get as far away from the corps, as possible.

THUD!

Landing between me and the corpse, is a man wearing some form of knight armor. Covering the chest area of the armor is a blue tunic, adorning the tunic is an intricate gold crest. There is a blue shield in the man's left hand, adorning said shield is the same golden crest as the one on the tunic. On the man's left hip is a sheath with the hilt of a straight sword sticking out of it.

I try to crawl away from the man, but I can't get very far as I hit a wall.

The man looks down to his hip, following his gaze I see he is looking at the sheathed sword.

My mind starts to panic, coming up with hundreds of morbid ideas of what the man could be planning to do.

The sound of metal and leather sliding against each other brings my focus back to the man, who is now standing with his sword in his right hand.

I quickly bring my arms up in front of my face and pull my legs close to my chest, waiting for the inevitable feeling of pain when his sword bites my flesh.

Suddenly the sounds of metal clanging against stone rings out through the small room.

Slowly I remove my arms from in front of my face to see what the sound was.

I am met with the sight of the man kneeling down in front of me and his sword lying behind him.

He slowly holds out his right hand.

Knight "I'm not going to hurt you."

His voice is warm and inviting, like that of a close friend.

I don't take his hand. Since even if he sounds friendly, it doesn't mean that he isn't trying to hurt me.

The man simply lets out a hardy chuckle and mumbles something about surviving.

Knight "my name is Oscar of Astoria and I'm here to get you out of this cursed asylum."

I don't answer the man and instead look for a way out.

My first thought is to use the door, but that is probably locked. Maybe I could get to his sword and do what? I don't know how to use a sword and he has a shield, so that wouldn't work. Maybe I can get out the same way he got in?

Looking up I see a hole in the roof with sun shining through it. No, that won't work, it's too high up and even if I could reach it, the man would catch me before I got away.

Speaking of the man or Oscar, as he said his name was, he is still kneeling in front of me with his hand stretched out towards me. He appears to be waiting patiently for my focus to return back to him.

Oscar "I can see by your wandering eyes that you're trying to think of a way out of here, and I can also see that you have reached the conclusion that there isn't any."