PsyCHOtic AwaKE

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Anon took a dusty, cracked pocket-watch from his left pocket and checked the time. He scratched his head and looked at Alice. Alice began to cough up blood and mucous, still unconscious. Anon glanced at his left leg, it was now bound up with Alice's bed sheet - which was far more cleaner than his. The whole make-shift bandage was almost completely soaked with blood now. Anon sighed and stared at the dripping ceiling, unable to tell if he were underground or not. Alice crumpled her face, yawned and sat up.

"Hai Anon!" She said, exited and tired at the same time. She had no idea of what was going on. Anon would turn around as fast as he could, making his leg visible to Alice.

"Hi is not the first thing you should say to me" He squinted from the pain whilst turning. "I just ripped my own leg off to save you" He gagged slightly.

"Oh dear.. I mean.. Thank you Anon" She said obviously not realising the importance of his leg. Anon sighed.

"You've been unconscious for 3 hours, 56 minutes and 28 seconds Alice.." Said Anon, emotionless and almost bored to death. "We need to get out of here.." He said, not letting Alice think about the figures he just stated.

"But how are you to walk?" She said, the realisation now hitting her like a train.

"I don't know Alice" He replied, "Maybe you could go find something to act as crutches?"

"K!" She shouted, smiling. She turned around and walked down the empty hall out of Anon's view.

Alice immediately came across an old tattered book, it dripped with a black ooze as she picked it up. Without thinking she put the book into her still-intact backpack and began walking back down the hall again. She got to the door at the end and peered through the dirty shattered window into the dark narrow corridor. The corridor was lined with doors leading to cells, some padded and some too horrible for anyone to survive in, for any human at least. Alice knew Anon would be worried if she were gone for too long. She began to look in fallen draws, under beds and inside wardrobes. She pulled a piece of metal out from under an unused bed, she studied it for a moment. Alice leant on the pole slightly and the pole buckled under her weight, falling to the floor. Alice rested her head in her hands in despair. She glanced at a storage room to her left and walked towards it, intrigued. She searched the small room and found nothing, she backed away at the sight of a spider, and saw the loose door frame barely hanging on with only a few nails. A plan formulated in her mind.

Crack, Crack, Crack. "What the hell is she doing? Anon thought, worried of the possibilities that could occur in this mess of a place. Anon was seated against the bed side table, his shirt was torn, his hair was messy and a pool of blood was slowly forming around the end of his left leg. He sighed and glanced up to see Alice holding a broken piece of wood, nails randomly place along one side sticking out.

"This is the only thing I could find" She said looking at the ground, disappointed.

"It's fine. I-It will work. I'm sure it will" Said Anon reluctantly. Alice passed over the plank of wood, almost poking Anon in the eye. Anon shifted and pulled himself up onto the wood and leant on it, he held it firmly and took a step forward. He stumbled a little but found his balance. "So.." He said, astounded at how well the wood held together, "Where do we go Alice?"

"I-I saw a corridor leading to some cells to the right of us.." She said, thinking about what might be down there.

"Let's go then" Said Anon, squinting from pain as he very slowly made his way past her.

The closer they both got to the door the faster Anon moved. The supporting plank caught on an upturned tile on the floor, sending the plank the fall to the ground, nails facing up. Anon followed the plank, colliding with all 8 rusty nails at the same time. The nails pierced his arm on contact and drove in further due to the shear impact of his body falling.

Anon screamed as Alice began to pull the plank out of his bleeding arm. She pulled the plank up enough to squeeze het foot in between Anon's left arm and the embedded plank. Alice finally pulled it out of his arm, the nails stained with crimson blood. Anon stared at his arm, 8 deep large holes were scatter along his arm each one oozing with blood.