The Hospital (Sam and colby)

Are we human?

Colby pushed the heavy metal door open with a soft creak, the room inside shrouded in a thick, dusty silence. His heart thudded in his chest as he stepped over the threshold, his eyes immediately drawn to the peculiar sight in the corner. A safe, cold and unassuming, sat on a dusty rug, surrounded by a ring of skulls with flickering candles perched atop each one. The flames danced in the shadows, casting eerie, jumping lights across the cobwebbed walls.He approached the safe, his breaths shallow and uneven, the candlelight playing with his nerves. Each step closer made him feel as though he was intruding on a sacred ritual, but he couldn't ignore the call that had brought him here. The flames grew taller, whispering secrets to each other as if they were alive, sharing stories of the past. The shadows grew deeper, reaching out to him like ghostly fingers, urging him to leave. But he didn't. He had to do this for him.With trembling hands, Colby reached out to touch the cold metal of the safe, the chill seeping into his skin, grounding him. The candles flickered one last time before dying out, plunging the room into an absolute darkness that seemed to swallow him whole. He gasped, his heart racing. Panic began to set in, the kind that felt like a vice tightening around his throat. He stumbled back, blindly reaching for the door handle, desperate to flee the suffocating embrace of the unseen. But he couldn't. Sam needed him.The memory of Sam's lifeless eyes, the way his hand had felt cold and stiff in his own, brought a wave of sadness that washed over him. Colby took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions within. He knew he had to stay, to find a way to save his friend from the eternal slumber that had claimed him. The room remained silent, save for the echo of his racing heart. He felt the weight of the darkness pressing down on him, the absence of light like a physical force that whispered of failure and despair.With a shaking hand, Colby reached into his pocket and pulled out the flashlight he'd brought with him. He clicked it on, the beam cutting through the dense gloom like a knife through butter. It was a feeble light, barely reaching the far corners of the room, but it was enough to guide him back to the safe. The skulls' grins seemed to widen in the dim glow, their eye sockets dark pits that held a silent warning. He took another step forward, his boots scraping against the floor, the sound echoing through the chamber like a mournful chant.As Colby approached the safe, his eyes fell on the key, which was given to him by the ghost girl. It was old, tarnished with age, and had the unmistakable shape of a bird's wing. His hand hovered over it, the metal cold and unyielding. He took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of decay and dust, and inserted the key into the lock. It turned with a click that was surprisingly loud in the stillness, sending a shiver down his spine.The moment the safe door began to swing open, a powerful hand clamped down on his shoulder, spinning him around. He couldn't see the face of the assailant in the darkness, only the glint of something dark and unnatural. Colby's heart stopped, this is the same way sam was grabbed before they escaped yesterday. His mind raced, trying to process the horror that was unfolding before him. The light from the flashlight spun crazily, painting the walls with fleeting images of the grisly scene.He screamed, a raw, primal sound that was ripped from the depths of his soul. But it was a futile effort. The room swallowed his cry, leaving only the echoes of his own fear. The hand tightened its grip, lifting him off the ground as if he were a ragdoll. He knew that no one would hear him here. The isolation of this place was both a curse and a blessing; it had allowed him to come here unnoticed, but now it meant that no one would come to save him.His thoughts raced, a jumbled mess of memories and regrets. He saw Sam's face, smiling and alive, and felt a surge of anger and determination. He couldn't leave him like this. He had to fight back. With the last of his strength, Colby threw his elbow back, feeling it connect with something solid. There was a grunt, and the grip on his shoulder loosened just enough for him to wiggle free. He dropped to the floor, the wind knocked out of him, and rolled away from the unseen attacker.On his knees, he fumbled for the flashlight, his hands shaking so badly that it slipped through his fingers and spun away, the beam carving a wild path through the room. He managed to catch it, the light flickering erratically as he pointed it back at the spot where he'd been standing. The figure was still there, a hulking silhouette against the now-open safe. The creature was massive, its form obscured by the darkness, but Colby could make out the glint of eyes that bore into him with a malevolent intent.Colby's thoughts raced as the hand of unseen force pushed him back, feeling himself losing consciousness. In one final, desperate attempt, he drew upon every ounce of strength he had left and lunged forward, the flashlight held out like a sword. The creature snarled, a sound that sent a shiver down Colby's spine, but it didn't retreat. Instead, it stepped closer, the candles on the skulls flaring back to life with a sudden gust of unseen wind. The room was bathed in an eerie, flickering glow that painted the creature in stark relief.It was a monstrosity, a twisted amalgamation of human and shadow, with eyes that burned like embers in the sockets of a skull-like face. Its hands, large and clawed, reached for him, and Colby knew that if it got hold of him again, there would be no escape. With a roar that seemed to come from somewhere deep within his soul, he swung the flashlight with all his might, the metal connecting with the creature's skull with a sickening crack. The creature reeled back, momentarily stunned, giving Colby the opportunity to stumble to his feet.

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