Find a Way Out

Chapter 4

What the other side of that door holds is stronger than power, stronger than pain, stronger than injustice. A suffer for all of those who fell under the hands of the devil. I don't know what I'm saying right now, but all I can tell you is that what I see on the other side of that door, is nothing I could've ever expected. Nothing any human being would ever have the heart to do.

I walk out into the daylight, onto the greenish refreshing grass under my feet, the loving smell of oxygen, and a torturous escape. I don't know what I did to end up here, but what I know is I've got to do all I can to survive this.

I walk out onto a circle of nature and trees; in the middle of the round garden-like room, a little table stood with several hand phones on it, and on the right side of my door a weapon. A rifle. A big scary rifle. And that's not all the scary part, the part where I think how and why would I use a rifle, the part where I reconsider my choices on not learning how to use a damn gun, or the part where I rethink how my life is going to end by me shooting myself by accident, but the actual terrifying part of it all; is the fact that I am not ALONE in this room.

There are other victims like me, other escapers. People as confused, lost and terrified as me. However, are they all willing to do whatever it takes to survive?

Never mind, of course they are.

Twelve, I count. Twelve people. Each standing in front of a door, a room door that led them to this. Just like me. A rifle on the side of each door. I just hope we'd have to use them to kill some animals not what I think we should kill with this...

I scan the room, then every single face I can clearly see. Confused and lost faces, until a voice interrupts the tension. "Welcome to your final escape. Each person must take a phone from the table, and your countdown will appear on the screen. You all must enter the maze of illusion, and find your way out during the left time you have. Do not pity one another, and only think of saving yourselves. Use the rifles on your right side to kill anything or anyone that stops in your way. You must leave the maze with a minimum of one kill, and if you don't you'd never get out, until your time ends, you die. Good luck," the voice speaks.

We stare at each other in misperception, until one woman goes to the table and picks up a phone. We all start picking up the phones and returning to our places until the table empties.

After a minute, the table starts moving slowly on its own revealing a small hole in the ground. Not so small though, just big enough to fit a human, and I think this is our actual entry to our final escape. So, I walk towards it slowly and observe it. It's deep, shallow, and dark. I can't see anything. I sit down with my legs in the hole and slide down.

I don't think I'll have to describe the feeling of sliding in a hole not able to see anything for like more than a minute, I'm assuming you can just imagine the feeling.

When I reach the end of this slide, I stand up and just witness the maze that'll be the end of me. An actual illusion. I turn around and the others are coming down one by one and standing beside me as they perceptively stare at this large misery. A life or death illusion that'll bring the end of us.

But now, let the games begin.

. . .

"Please stand in front of your assigned doors. Each door has a number on it that resembles the number on the lock screen of your hand phones," the voice spoke again. We all looked down at our phones and started walking towards our assigned numbers.

When I reach my door, I inspect it carefully and precisely, I look at the number and realize that it isn't just any number. But it is the date of my birthday...