(Work In Progress)

Chapter 3

 In the end I picked right, reasons why, none, why how'd i pick I guess right was pretty lucky for me, but then again I haven't been too lucky so far. The hallways was long, not too large in width or height but very long, across the side walls of the hallway was a patterned maroon wallpaper with different angle lines flowing through it, most of it was peeled off and icky looking, like it had been disregarded for years, the further I went the more uglier it look same with the carpet, in the bedroom the carpet was soft and warm, here the carpet felt different walking on, It was cold and hard, like it had never been treaded on before, the only good thing was lamps which somehow were quite relaxing. On each side of the hallway stood small items which would catch your eye other than the stupid ugly disregarded wall paper, paintings, statues and strange inscriptions covered and flowed down the wall, I guess it wasn't all bad, the hallway was well lit and I hadn't seen any blood so far or people. I looked to the right, I pause, I didn't mean to stop, it was like I just froze my body couldn't move, I was fine, 2 seconds ago and now this. My eyes froze on the inscription, it nothing i'd ever seen before, it was scary yet captivating, "With all eyes you seek, But with no eyes you hide" I pulled out the slip of paper and the pen I used back in the cell, I started jointing down the inscription, I don't know why my arm started working again, it seemed to be that my arms and upper body were working fine, just the lower half was being stubborn, I clenched my fist and slammed it into my right calf, nothing, I couldn't feel anything, I clenched again this time sticking my quad, as my clenched fist hit my quad, my body collapsed, my legs gave in, my body slammed into the carpet like a beached whale trying to get back to water. It wasn't all bad I managed to break my fall enough without sustaining a injury but i'll tell you the palms of my hand were feeling it, I've never actually face planted before, yes i've seen all the fail videos a guy can get, my friends showed me back on campus but i'd never experienced it, and I am lucky to not have experienced it just then. I lay there frozen on the floor, I don't know what to do, do I started crawling or just stay here, I sank my head into the carpet, it could be worse I whisper to myself. I started to think I should start getting on my way, I tried moving my legs starting from the feet, my fingers worked, my legs worked, and my waist was working as well, I pushed myself up, and started stretching out like nothing had happened, its was good to know things were turning for the better, I placed that thought of me falling, behind me and continued down the hall. I pull the handgun out it felts heavy in my hand, I did't realise it was that heavy all the things on the movies seeing cowboys and robbers swinging their guns around like they were a trifling matter, I pointed it to the ground and made sure the sight matched with my liking which was selfish of me, if some creepy crawly did manage to find me without a gun I would be screwed but that wasn't the case. The guns sight was simple just a small lined sight no problem line it up with what you want to hit and trigger time. As I kept walking the carpet below started to get graining and damp, I wasn't sure if it was water rising from below the floorboards or the carpet being frequently used, It smelt awful, A lot like blood. I kept walking before BOOM! one step on the carpet and straight down I went. I ended up lying in the wet sewer system looking upwards at the fall that had just taken place, the carpet flapped down still swaying from the fall, light flooded through into the sewer system, I twisted my head to right, sitting there was the gun resting nicely on the side of the sewer system, I must of had it in my hand when I fell. I slowly got up looking for an pain in my body thankful for me, the only part of my body that hurt were my legs, but even then I played a lot of football, AFL and running so my legs were used to decay and big hits