Cold Rot (Decaying Winter Fanfic)

ok little es cape s toime

And then we will go to the moment Jetaime escaping then getting captured by elite 5

(Btw tomorrow the field trip will come so no chapter the whole week :P)

As The Walls Bear A Concrete Hue And Color.

The Lights Emit Brightly White Light.
The Beds So Messy But Looks So Comfortable.

And The Blood Painted On The Walls Drying To A Shitlike Color.

And Jetaime, Or Atleast What He Calls Himself As.

Lies Ontop A Top Part Of A Bunk Bed.

He Stares At The Ceiling Recounting All The Event That Had Happened The Past Years.

He Did Not Know How Many Years Passed.
As He Got Older And Survived In This...Damn Place, He Earns More Knowledge.

As A Child He Yearns Knowledge And A Burning Desire To Know The Answer To Every "Why?"

But Now That He Knows....He Simply Saw It As A Curse, A Burden A Feared Concept.

As The Grown Children Moaned And Screamed And Gnashed They're Teeth As The 1st Person Here Is Now Stronger And Bulkier Than Everyone.

When We First Met, He Has Marked A Target For The Ones Easiest To Pick On And Beat Up.

He Has No Reason At First.
And He Was Not Stopped.
And He Kept Doing It.

And Now He Has A Reason.

He Likes It.
He Likes Seeing People Suffer.

Lucky Me I'm Not Targeted.

I Can't Say The Same For My Friend Glasses.

He Is Targeted.
Except Chips Over Here.

Chips Was Targeted But He Managed To Not Be Wimpy Or Skinny, He's Lean.

And Because He Wasn't Easy To Pick On, He Wasn't Targeted Anymore.

Anytime The First Digits Do Pass, They Just Sneered And Called Him Names.

I Look At Him Laying Down In A Lower Part Of The Bunk Bed, Closing His Eyes And Relaxing.

And Then I Look At Glasses, Purple In His Eyes, Blue In His Finger.

And His Hair Some Parts Was Long And Short.

His Body Parts We're Red Or Bulging In Pain.

Blood Leaked Out Of His Nose While Our Friend, Nista Was Cleaning Said Blood With A Pair Of Sheets Of The Bed.

I Jump Down And Try To Help Nista.

Glasses Was The First Person I Talked Here.

He's My Friend.

Narrator: Well That's Enough Of That Monologuing.

Ill Narrate For Jetaime.

You Might Ask Why Jetaime, Chips, Glasses And Nista Is Called Like That.

Well They're Platoons After Having Training was Sent Out In Hazmats Suits To Make Them See That Escaping Out Is No Better Than Staying Inside.

And When Adventuring Outside Jetaime Found A Soda Can And Seeing The Words "Jet A' Lime"

So He Called Himself Jetaime.

Glasses Found A Broken Pair Of Glasses So Yeah...

Chips Found Potato Chips Just Plainly Called "Chips"

Nista Just Made It Herself.

They Also Have Number Call By The Employees.

They Also Memorize That But Mainly Call Themselves The Names They Given Themself.

And The 4 Triple Digits I Mentioned? They Want To Escape.

And They Can Survived.

After Months And Years Of Planning And Setting Up, They Stole Some Canned Foods.

And Found The Armory Which Contained Hazmat Suits.

So They Spent The Whole Year Silently Observing The Same Activities.

And Mentally Remembering Them.

And Tomorrow? They're Set And Ready...
But Glasses Can't Leave Now..He Has A Score To Settle, Tonight? He's Going To Strangle The 1st.

As I Confirm With Everyone What The Plan Is, Glasses Asked A Change To The Plan And Asked Before The Escape We Do A Little Payback.

And I 100% Agree.

As The Clock Hits 9 PM The Lights Shut Off, All Large Pile Now Running Everywhere Trying To Feel Where They're Are And Where They're Beds Are.

But They're Being To Busy Stomping One Another And Become Incapable To Do Said Thing.

Luckily Our Beds Were Forced To Move To The Corner The Part Where Not A Lot Of Piles Or Grouping Of People.

And At The Very Corner There Is A Vent.

We Plan To Go Straight To The Vent But Glasses Insisted That He Is Allowed To Go To The Center Where 1st Is And Put Him Down.

We Agree, But how? Well Before 9PM Hits Me And Nista Sling A Rope To 1st Bed, Good Thing We Weren't Marked, If We Did We Would've Been Beaten Up, Because We Got Spotted Several Times.

As The Once Bright And So Shiny Light That Hurt To Look At Now Turn To Black.

Let's Hope The Rope Isn't Tripped And Cut Off.

If It Did We Have No Choice But To Abandon The Payback.

We Pull.

It's Stuck.

Great! That Means It's Still Attached.
Payback Time Glasses.

Chips, Glasses Went On Because They're The One With Beef With 1st.

We However Stayed To Secure The String.

Glasses P.O.V

We Trudged On As The Further We Go Less People Moved, Tripped Or Stepped On Each Other, Unlike the Others, We Don't Fear The Dark, Because We Sleep In The Outer Edge Of The Room, And The Light Only Shines In The Middle, And As Time Went On, We Stopped Fearing It.

We Even Tried Studying It, Still Bore No Fruit But No Matter, We Can Do It Later, Now Is The Time For The Fun Part.

I Stopped When I Feel The Stringer Ending, I Touch Further With My Other Hand And I Feel It...

Chip Crashed A Bit When I Suddenly Stop.

The Cold Metal Bars That Support The Bunk Beds.

And The Deafening Silence.
And The Feeling Or Revenge.

I Pull Out The Pillow I Brought To Smother 1st.

Your Getting What You Fucking Deserve.

I Pull Out The Pillow, The Other Side Warm And Cold.

I Faced The War Side To His Face.
I Call Chip To Get Ready, And Also Be Silent, Because I Am Not That Strong.

We Smother Him, His Hands Moving In Panic.
His Legs Running Around.

Finally His Hands Try Moving The Pillow And Overpower His Attacker.

He Probably Thinks A Few Of His "Friends" Is Pulling A Prank On Him, So He Screams Out To Stop.

But To Us And The Outside, We Only Hear Muffles.

His Movement Went Limp, Trying Everything He Could Muster To Survive.

But Even If He Tries It All.

He Will Die Smothered By The Warm Side Of The Pillow.

(Ok When Your Reading This, That Means I Am Done With My Week Long Field Trip Sorry Couldn't Release This Chapter Before I Gone To The Field Trip.)