The light illuminates my cheeks as I start to awaken. The burning sun massages my eyeballs, and opens them up like the windows to my room.
It's been a while since I've slept this well. Perhaps I can go to that one breakfast place to celebrate this "accomplishment" of mine.
It's at this moment, that I remember, that there is no "breakfast place" near me anywhere.
I then sigh. I woke up randomly here with no clue as to how I had gotten here. I just knew that at the time that my bed felt soft, and that I really wanted pancakes.
Despite this however, my true desire is to get out of here as soon as I can. The food on the table next to me is, not pleasing, to say the least. Textured green goo with orange slimy chunks, yellow throw up with white milk smiling in it, brown cardboard with a drop of some unidentifiable liquid on it, yuck...
I have to say, if they can afford this warm, cozy bed, then how come they can't afford a $1 snack?! Gosh, some people have no standards for what they put into their mouths and it damn shows.
Then, out of nowhere, a BLARING ALARM blares through the door. The room turns red, and it makes me again, question how they can afford such fancy and expensive stuff, but not even a decent meal.
A man then bursts through the door. He gives me "the look" and I follow him to a door where I think I can smell blood gross. He opens the door, and it makes way for us to go through a hallway with a bunch of other doors. On the walk, I can feel my stomach churning again, and again, and again.
He and I finally arrive at the front of what appears to be a very thick door. At this point, we're at a point where there's little to no light; the only light that dares to shine is a red one that pierces my eyes. I stop, and wait expecting him to open the chamber, but he doesn't. Instead, he stares threateningly into my eyes and waits for me to break his stare. I blink, and he opens the door...
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10 Lives; 1 Prize (First Draft.)
Macera100 random people are spontaneously spawned into a dark room with no indication or clue as to how they could be there. Suddenly, a voice blares through the walls of the dark room... *NOTE: This is a first draft, criticism is welcome, but please don'...
