Witnessed A Monster: Location One

Chapter Five- Amber

The blinding lights contrast over the eyebags over our eyes, as the hallways seem to extend as soon as we begin to reach the end.
"Are we there yet?"
"Nope."
"Now?"
"Still no."
"How much longerrr?"
"I don't know."
"Can we take a break?"
"Nope."
I don't know how much I can endear without slicing mine and this kid's throat. I'm too scared to call for help, yet the odds of us making it out here without so is slimming by the minute.
Time still drags on, but I was not going to give up until I at least found something to entertain my time
"I'm hungryyy." He sighs as his steps begin to become more exaggerated and drag as we continue. My wounds were catching up with me, and I would probably have to clean them up soon unless I wanted to risk it getting infected.
"One break, that's it. You got it?" He nods eagerly snagging the bag off my shredded back. I groan in pain, giving in once again collapsing on the floor, my knees slip close to me. Micheal scrummages through the bag, tossing out what he finds fit for eating. "Give me that before you ruin our food." I snatch it from him and grab the green meal. We only had a couple of the good meals left and heaven only knowns when we make it out of this place. "We have to split it, and we won't eat for a while, so make sure you make it last. Understand?" He nods reassuringly and pries open the food. I lean into the bag for one of the bottles of water and unleash the wrap. I wince in pain, it's much worse than I thought. My skin had begun scabbing, bonding my skin to the soaked clothing. Don't scream, don't scream. I bear down biting on my arm as I rip the cloth off as if it were a huge bandage. I let out a piercing scream, slightly muffed by my arm. Hopefully those monsters did not hear it. "Micheal, here, rip off your sleeves ok?" He looks up from the now empty plate, dang it Micheal. He looks down at his plate and smiles meekly. He struggles carelessly squirming side to side within his suit trying to rip his jumpsuit. "Come here." I hold his arm up right as I take my knife and careful cut his sleeves to the rim. Placing them beside me, I take hold of the water anticipating the pain as I pour the room temperature water all over my open sores. Whimpers escape me as I feel the water slowly trickle down seeping into the rest of my jumpsuit. Gosh, this better work. I cut the sleeves down the seam and wrap my wounds. This would have to do until I get out of this sick place.
"Come on Micheal we gotta go." He stumbles up, looking back at his empty plate
"No, we gotta clean up." He tugs against my grip and I let go to let him do what little he believes he's helping. I sit down as he's frantically shoving the plates he had slung everywhere, and he stops mid-way, "You never told me-"
"Told you what?"
"What's your name?" He pauses and looks towards me and everything starts to slow down. I haven't even had the time to tell him my name. I've already risked my life several times to save this kid, and I hadn't thought about that? Woah, time flies.
"Amber." I utter, trying to stop myself from processing what would haunt me for the rest of this miserable life. I came here for a new opportunity, a new life. Now, I've been sentenced to death row; no guaranteed escape. I'm terrified for my life. "Come on we have to go-" I grab his hand, and I feel as if all my weaknesses are hanging outside of me, on display for everyone to see.
"Ok Amber." He bends down and grabs his trucks and walks beside me.
We were at least half way through this thing right? I wipe my face with my hand the tears smudging on the stained piece of paper.
"FOUR OUT. FOUR GROUPS LEFT." bzz. The speakers drone above us, until a final click finishes it off. Micheal slugs behind, slowly making me have to match his pace. We would have to make camp for the day. I settled for a slip in between the walls like a dead end in a maze. I take a thread off of my jumpsuit, made by me shredding off my sleeves. I place it carefully across the two side walls, one end on the bottom, one tied to my knife. I then proceed to hang the bag up as high as possible, the knife just far enough into the wall to lightly support the bag. That way if something gets in, the bag falls and I wake up, at least that's the plan.
"Micheal, lay down. Let's get some rest ok?" Micheal nods already in attempt to fall asleep, cuddled up to his tiny trucks. I lay beside him, my back to his. Somewhere in between trying and finally falling to sleep, yet again another unfortunate group had faded away.
My dream starts off with a picture of my mom, and me smiling. I glimpse around in a third person view but before I can turn all my teeth fall out from my mouth. Everything turns black and I'm screaming for my mother, no return. Whispers taunt me but no matter how much I scratch and pry at the darkness I'm just met with flashes of bright lights.
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