Sitting on the bed, gawking around the abandoned room of a child from the orphanage is terrifying and sad. Like a scary movie Tiffany had us watch one of the many nights I'd spend with her. She was my only real friend...
Now, I feel like I'm in one of them. Not because of the zombies or the dogs beyond the walls of this building, but because Irons dragged me here against my will. Promising to take me to Mommy, but not before tying Claire up and hurting her.
Claire.
Staring out the window into the rain as it beats on the panels. Clothes still soaked from the trek to this creepy place despite how long we've been here. I hope she's okay, that she managed to get out of the tie I'd put her in and she isn't angry with me for doing so in the first place. Returning my attention to a spot in the floor between my feet, maybe it would've been better if she just never found me at all.
Irons is in the next room. This I know for sure because I can hear his voice talking to somebody, and I could have sworn I heard 'Claire' muttered through that wall... Is he speaking to her? I don't know how with the phones going out in a lot of places, but I'm sure he is. If he is... my heart starts racing with happiness at the idea she must have gotten out of the binds.
Then the door to that room opens, the unoiled hinges squeaking loudly, and I'm torn from inspecting the overturned toys and messy bedding of the bunkbed opposite the single bed I sit on. His heavy footsteps stop right in front of my door and underneath I can see the shadows of where he stands thanks to the light outside the hall and the tiny lamp in the right corner. The dingy and aged wallpaper surrounding that white door and the pictures drawn by the kids who once lived here somehow make his presence worse. I wonder where they all went?
"Don't worry Sherry. It'll all be over soon," his mimic of a calming voice is overtly fake, the last word takes a sinister tone. He steps away, another door squeaking open as he goes through it to wherever in the building.
My focus falls from the door to my feet again and I bite the inside of my cheek. Grossed out just slightly, my breath smells bad and my teeth feel dirty. I kept brushing them at least while staying home, but I couldn't in the station. I felt too scared to stop long enough to do so in the off chance that woman would find me again, or a zombie appeared.
A never-ending tick of a clock in the chilly room and the thundering in the sky make me realize that scared or not... "I have to get out of here," I determine and hop off the bed onto the floor made of interlocking padded tiles with childish paintings.
I try the door first, finding that when I jiggle the handle there's no reaction from it. Chief Irons must have locked it. Gritting my teeth and grumbling, there has to be another way.
To my right is a large piece of cardboard pressed against the wall, taped in place with several streams of duct tape, and little cartoon drawings. I wonder...
Approaching the cardboard, I kneel beside it and find a spot where there is no tape and dig my fingers beneath it. Tearing it away from the wall to reveal a large hole caused by something large, maybe there was construction in the other room? It leaves a space just big enough for me to crawl through with no problems.
Lowering to my hands and knees, I crawl through the hole. Scanning both sides of me before entering the room. I stand and wipe the white dust collecting on my knees, gaping at the dark room filled with eye charts, test tubes, stacks of manila folders and anatomy diagrams of the skeletal and muscle systems. On an island in front of me is a TV, the picture black and white and grainy. I can make out the picture though, the room I just escaped from.
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The 0714 Files: File #1 Inferno (Remake 2)
Horror"I think you're going to learn a lot of things about this city and the people that you won't want to." Madeleine Sówka has spent the last twelve years of her life believing she knows what monsters look like. They are the people who hide in the backg...
