Not Food (The Crafting Dead! Red X Reader) [ON HOLD]

Cell Neighbor (Y/N)

"Psst! Hey! Over here!" A person whispers from another cell next to me.

I've been walking back and forth in my cell even though it's a bit small. It's been 5 days since I've been here and I haven't even heard this voice before.

I turned my head to where the voice was coming from. I laid my eyes on a guy. Brown hair, black t-shirt with a red M on it, about 22.. I don't know.

"Yeah? What is it?" I whispered back.

"What's your name? I'm Nick." He says to me. "I'm Y/N. Why are you here?"

He straight into my eyes like he's looking through me. "Well, same thing why you're here! Because of Red." Nick says to me.

"I know a way out of here! I've been waiting to use it just in case I saw someone else here to save them." He takes out a key. Must be the key for the handcuffs.

"Where'd you get that!?" I ask him.

He points to a sleeping guard. "He walked past by me and dropped it. Luckily, I was able to reach it."

"So you weren't handcuffed?" I ask.

He shook his head. "No I wasn't. I'm thinking about leaving sometime tomorrow night after receiving our lay meal of the day. And just to a reminder, eat just a little bit. They're trying to fatten up every person they bring here and eat them."

I laughed, "I know. Red told me he was a cannabinol."

"He's crazy.. Evil... Everything you can think of! You can't ever trust him!" He informs me.

"I've already learned that from like, 5 days ago." I tell him.

He chuckled. "Get to sleep. You'll need it for tomorrow."

I nodded and went to my bed. I sat down.

Again.. I have to play, the waiting game..