Welcome To The: BUNK

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       A harsh shove connected to my tailbone, throwing me forward into the dim darkness. The harsh catching claws of the uneven chiseled tunnel walls, caught at my left shoulder. A low rip of worn fabric exposed the healing skin. A shouted curse followed after muffled in sound by the pounding in my ear. Run. Run, hurry, hurry, go-go! Run. Run, hurry, hurry, go-go! The chant repeated it's self over and over again in my ears. A stinging pain flared on the back of my head, everytime I raised it, hitting the tunnle ceiling. Rapid quick breaths, and hot air welled in the now narrow tunnle. The concert flooring digging into my hands and legs, as I scrambled as fast as I could towards the glowing thin rays of storage light. Run. Run, hurry, hurry, go-go! The air in the dark quarters becoming thick and heavy, hot in my lungs weighting down on my tong unable to shallow down not even my salvia. Pebbles rolled and stabbed under my palm, the small scratching noises of Travis rushing after me a sounded, his own breathing labored in our haste. Run. Run, hurry, hurry go-go!

"Slow down Tip! If you go to fast you'll get your self all scrapped up, then they'll ask questions" Travis shouted from behind me, as we reached the sharp turn in the tunnle heading right now.

"Cupcake just slow down, if you run back to meet them at the door-they'll have suspicions, and ask wear you where!" Travis explained again. His strong voice bouncing all around my head, but my thundering heart beat was louder, much louder. I did managed to slow my pace enough to feel the striking, stinging slashed over my palms lessended, as they where glued to the damp tunnel edges to keep my balance.

"O-okay, okay. . ." I answered breathlessly taking his words into a mental note. Even though my mind kept racing. Would they ask me were i was? Did they now i was in there blind spot? Why where they even looking for me? Was it to kill me? Did they see i wasn't 'functional' anymore? Do they know about the knife? Did someone snitch me out? Am I sick? The pain in my chest increased.

"Tip. . .tip, stop, Stop!" i was ripped from my thoughts frozen. I looked up blinking to see i was mear inches from crashing into the backside of the exit white tile. Steams of bright white light shinned in thru the rungs of the airvent. The imperialistic light streaming in thru the vent's metal rungs, it was almost too bright. Whispers, as if hissing tickled my ears, and a sharp nuckle struck my calf.

"Hey! You with me here cupcake, or still in la-la land!" Travis hissed gaining my attention again, and pulling my foot.

"Cupcake-!"

"Shut up- a-and tell me what to do next, Travis!" i hissed sounding like a broken pipe. I was not liking being stuck in a concert, dirt tunnle with a large inmate that could very easily over power me. The guards were coming for me, and i was stuck in a wall! Which in any other situation, wouldn't particularly bad thing but today it wasn't really helping. I felt a twinge of trembling panic zap the base of my skull, running its icy claws over my skull. I cursed my self, forcing away the traces of an oncoming panic attack. I needed stay clam. Being anger and having  blind fury impulses judgement wont help anyone or anything.

". . . not listening again! Cupcake,  you drag- come out of your shank head!" His words forced them selves down my ear canal. I flinched at the harshness and scowled myself again for getting lost in my head.

"S-sor-sorry! Sorry, shut up- calm down! Tell me again."

"In the corners there are tiny dug outs, dig your fingers into that, then push out. Dont drop the tile, Maggie would kill you." he shouted.

"Shut up!" I followed the instructions as he spoke. My bitten nail beds clung onto the clawed outline of the tile above the vent and pushed out. With a staggered yelp, and nearly falling on the tile the surprisingly heavy tile. I grasped the thin concert slab with trembling yellow fingers.