Journey Into The Unknown (Completed)

Flight

Sheldon bolted upright, his heart pounding in his chest.

He'd had a nightmare - or had he?

Gasping for breath, he looked around wildly. He saw blood everywhere - smeared on the walls, dripping from the ceiling, pooling on the floor. Bodies lay scattered around the room, their pale flesh gleaming in the dim light. They were naked, their hands and feet bound with chains, their bodies covered in cuts and bruises. A table in the corner was stacked with body parts - as if this were some kind of butcher's shop.

Sheldon couldn't tell if the bodies were dead or alive, or even if they were human. He felt his stomach lurch, and he struggled to breathe.

What kind of place was this? Where was he?

He tried to listen for any sound outside, but all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart.

His eyes darted around the room, desperate for some kind of clue as to what was going on.

As he tried to figure out his predicament, he realized that his ankle was twisted. He must have injured it during his struggle with the people who had brought him here. At least he wasn't bound to the table like the others were. What did these people think he was? Some kind of lab rat?

He had to get out of here. He had to escape, no matter what it took.

Those people were psychos - crazy, murderous people. They must have been killing others like him, cutting them up and leaving their bodies on the table. It was sick and twisted.

He heard no one outside the room, so he slowly pulled his injured leg over the edge of the table, using his good leg to balance. With a silent prayer, he tried to jump down to the floor.

A cry of pain escaped his lips as his ankle twisted even more, and he crumpled to the floor.

It hurts like hell.

Deciding to skip with his other good leg, he quietly walk towards the window, leaning behind the wall in order to get a view outside as the window was opened avoiding the shred body next to him.

The lady's breast was openly cut, her neck was slit. Her stomach oozed blood because of it's slit, opened to the air. Her inner body was bare, stripped out of any organ. Her eyes were plucked out, save for the empty hole bringing out blood.

He had to get away from this place - he couldn't take any more of this horror. Using his one good leg, he dragged himself along the wall to the window, keeping out of view of the gory scene behind him.

Cautiously, he leaned around the wall to peer out the window. What he saw made his blood run cold. Outside, there was nothing but desert - no sign of civilization for miles and miles. He was in the middle of nowhere, with no way to escape.

Sheldon was terribly afraid. He wanted to scream but could not.

'Please help me'

He had to get out of here, but how?

The window was his only escape route, but when he looked outside, he felt a wave of despair wash over him. There was nothing but empty desert as far as the eye could see. He was trapped.

A sudden noise made him jump. Someone was coming down the hall towards the room. He held his breath, frozen with fear.

Sheldon didn't care at that moment, he needed to escape.

The others might be looking for him right now, Aiden must be so worried.

He squinted at the landscape, trying to see if there was anything - a house, a car, anything. But the land seemed to stretch on forever, completely uninhabited.