The Unknown...

The question's we should be asking...

As soon as they said Dead, I jumped and I almost jumped out of my skin I was so scared. I was happy that I shared with my friends son. Tod, looked and said “thank you” I shook my head and said “oh you are most definitely welcome.” He smiled and said, “well at least I still have some one.” When ever he spoke I wanted to cry because I know that he had to see his dad die right before his eyes.

When I walked in the room that was next to me, I saw that they guy that had food but threw it out was lying on the floor, and when I walked in there was nothing that indicated that someone came in and killed him. So questions started to pop in my head “how did he die, if no one came and killed him, was there a gas type thing that came out and got him, or was there someone here that I just cant make out.?”

I kept on thinking, but Tod wanted to go, he didn’t want anything to happen to me for thinking too much, and I thought about what he was crying for and I walked out. A wall started to shift and it led to a stair case, I walked towards it and Tod yelled for everyone to come and follow me. They all started to look down it, and some where afraid to step down it. But I wanted to get out of this place, so I kept moving, and some of the people started to come along, but others didn’t know what was down there so they stayed.

And the people that did stay realized that it was a bad idea because the wall that lead to the stair case started to close, I started to dart down the stairs, and the monitor person said “I am sorry, that was a mistake, that was not a challenge, but those of you that are here, congrats, if this was a challenge, you would have passed.

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We looked at each other and we all started to cheer, then there was a voice behind us and it said “hi, welcome to the nicest hotel that you will find anywhere.” I turned around and as I did my arm swung with me, hitting the man in his face. He fell out, then without saying anything he got back up and he went behind the desk.

One of us that was still alive started to ask him questions such as “how did we get here, and how did you get here?” the guy didn’t answer and the guy that was asking the questions started to get really angry, you could tell that he had a really bad temper. The guy that was behind the desk saw that and he said “I don’t know how we got here, I just know that I am.” And the big guy started to cool down.

There was one question that we all kept asking and that’s “how did we get here”, and the question that we should be asking is “how do we get out of here…”