ESCAPE

Nightmare

    *static* "Get up 20-19! Training starts in 20 minutes!"

    I force my eyes awake to a white, soundless room, other than the static echoing in the scape. I roll and crouch, to stand up. Once I'm up, I notice a plain, oversized white t-shirt laying on the ground. It's probably my daily outfit. On my right, there's a wall filled with tallies, that I never bothered to continue. Below the wall, sits a metal spear, used to carve into buildings....Or stabbing people who come near. I slowly walk towards the spear, my footsteps making small tap, tap, tap sounds. W

    "INTERCOM SPEAKING? TRAINING HAS BEEN CANCELED. THE GRAND OPENING OF THIS LAB WILL BE IN APPROXIMATELY 30 MINUTES!"

HUH!? 30 minutes? I was never told by my neighbor, 10-85 that this would happen! Well, maybe it's because she always sleeps in two hours, even after the ear-piercing alarms every single morning. She's probably gotten used to it.

FIFTEEN M. BEFORE OPENING

We all get called one by one to stand in a line by our 'owners' to make sure everyone is here. And remembers at least 90% of their memories. I can hear people who I don't know being called to join the line, like 29-43, 38-12, and 58-90. After 10 more people, which seems like a century, I'm finally called to join the line. They open the door, leading to the main spot, which they call the experiment hall. I hope to see my real name for once, but not this time. It reads:

Experiment 20-19. Danger level: Extreme-10

Oof, seems like my rank bumped up after stabbing one of the workers after they tried to take me for more experimenting.

"20-19, please come with us to room 501."

Oh no. Everyone bows to me, as only the highest of ranks receive this more extreme 'special treatment'. They all think it's special and amazing, with one of my friends wishing she could go with me. I play along pretending this is the best thing ever to happen in my life, although, it's definitely the worst. I get yelled at to hurry up, and then I walk into the room that I call,

Torture.

New POV: 29-43

    "Man! I really wish they could let us in there! Look at the lights, it's like they're having a party in there!" I exclaim in slight precaution.

    "Honestly I'd rather not if I had the chance," one of them says, "I heard they're at least bound to remove one part of your body for testing."

    "Oh, stop being 'I'm little miss moody and I'm here to ruin the bit of fun and enjoyment you have so you never experience it again!'" I say with a bit of sarcasm.

    "Enough chit-chat before we get caught!" says another, "They should be back any minute now!"

    All of a sudden room 501 opens. It's like 10-85 timed it somehow, as she has this smirk on her face. There's 20-19, but instead of two eyes, one is covered by what looks like goz. There's some sort of red stain on the patch, but all I want to do is ask her about the party going on in there. It seems so fun!

"See, told you. They didn't take any limbs unfortunately, but it seems like they took her eye! HEY 20-19! LET ME SEE THE GORE!" 10-85 yelled, running up to her, although by the looks of it, she did not want to be touched at all. Or be spoken to.

"Such a pity party." I muttered to myself.

20-19's POV

"HEY 20-19! LET ME SEE THE GORE!" my neighbor says, running up to me before I could even mutter a word out of my mouth. My eye feels all tingly. Gosh, what did they do to me? I was only put under anesthesia for 5 minutes. One of the employees yells at us to get back in our rooms and to look pretty.

*Not like I can care any less,* I think.

I walk into my room and slam the door shut, letting them triple lock the doors so no kids get in, or the most likely chance why, us getting out. Even though it seems impossible, my brain starts circling with questions and plans to bust outta here.
I heard a door open, and I immediately shot my head up. Sadly, it isn't mine, even worse, it's the entrance door, leading in a huge crowd of other people to pour out.

My worst nightmare.

Children.

I jolt up, gasping for air as I'm basically dying on the floor. I look at my hands, and wipe them on my face in a quick swipe. Hm, cold sweat I guess. I feel a patch on my eye as I grazed my hand once again to get more sweat off my head. Oh, I guess the first half of my 'dream' wasn't a dream after all, unless they did it while I was asleep. But I also feel scratch marks. I turn, seeing 10-85 with my metal spear, that has a small bit of blood.

"10-85?" I start, "What are you doing with my spear?"

"Heh. I thought I'd get a little scare out of the kids. I put blood marks on your face and pretended I killed you, cause.. y'know you were asleep. The kid looked mortified!"

"Hey! That isn't nice! Now we are going to get punished and it's your fault!" I screech.

All of a sudden the intercom turns on, which is good because if we didn't stop arguing, it would lead to a physical fight.

*zzzttz!* h-hello- *zzzttz!* *click* ok I think it stopped. Anyway, can we please see.... hold on let me check the list.... OH I FOUND IT!

The yell made us all plug our ears.

"Could we see 10-85, 20-19, 45-27, and 61-08? Your doors should be opening soon." *click*

//Ten minutes later//

I know what they brought us to. Some seem happy, while others look terrified. My second worst thing I've ever experienced.

Room 501.