He threw me Outside.
I didn't think he would, but he did.
It was probably because I punched him in the neck.
For those who are confused about this issue, this is what happened:
My fist slammed into his throat, the impact causing him to stagger backwards. He growled at me, his eyes full of fury.
"I warned you, Aviva," he said, rushing towards me like a football player.
I dodged & ran, my feet pounding against the laminate gray floors. Other inmates moved out of my way, and continued walking to wherever they had to go. This situation must have been quite commonplace in Hell. Passing hallway after hallway, I quickly grew out of breath. My legs were getting tired and Dexter was no where to be seen. Seeing an empty cell, I walked in and locked the doors.
"Hello," a voice said from behind me. I turned around surprised, only to find Dexter staring at me his arm raised.
"I'm really sorry, man, " I said, fearing the worse.
"You can tell me that when you come back," Dexter said, as he knocked me unconscious.
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So that's how I'm here, in the Outside. The sky is a dim purple, with this sort of lime-green goo on the ground. No plants, no animals, nothing. The horizon looked pretty bleak, considering how fog was everywhere.
So I started walking.
It turns out, the Outside isn't that bad. It's just like Earth, once you get past that weird fog. In front of me lay a white picket fence, surrounding a light blue house. A wraparound tuscan red porch welcomed me, despite the multiple cobwebs crowded around it. I entered the house tentatively, the broken door creaking. No one was inside, but there was some rustic furniture strewn about. All of it seemed to be real wood, reminding me of the 90s. Now that I think about it, the house was quite similar to the one from my childhood.....
Everything was in the exact spot too, from the dining room chairs, to the shriveled up Mother's Day flowers.
It was suspicious.
I quickly left the house, and ran back into the fog. Whatever was happening there was not okay. Plus, I think I saw a spider in there.
The thick green goo around me seemed to rise up from the last time I saw it. Images of the goo slowly devouring me, like the Goosebumps episode, made me scream for help.
"Anyone there?!? " I yelled at the top of my lungs.
There was no response.
