I was walking down the hallway, going back to my room, when I overheard someone talking. I turned around, but there was no one there. I kept walking, trying to ignore the fact that the voices kept getting louder. I couldn't understand what they were saying, though. It wasn't English, nor any language I've ever heard.
I felt footsteps behind me, but I didn't turn around. I started running as fast as I could, not caring who the hell was following me. It felt like I was running for hours, the hallway seemed infinite, but I couldn't run forever. I fell to the floor, the burning sensation on my lungs starting to get very familiar. After that everything was blurry.
I woke up on the therapy room, but what had happened didn't feel like the other experiences I had had before, this one was a lot more real, and I didn't remember going into the therapy room that day. I didn't even remember getting to my room last night. Something was wrong, I could feel in my bones, I knew I had to get out of there.
I ran out of the room, as I always did, and as always, Tate and Dandy were outside waiting for me.
— How bad was it? Are you okay?
You could see worry on Tate's eyes, he was always caring for me and Dandy.
— It wasn't like the other times... I don't know why, but something's wrong...
— What do you mean?
— I don't know...It wasn't a memory what I saw...I was running from someone, I don't even know who it was, it was just me and the person following me. I don't even remember going to bed last night, like if my memories were erased or something. There's just black.
— Well, that is indeed weird...So, 'whatcha gonna do about it?
— I don't know yet...What I do know is that we need to find out who's keeping us here, or at least try to get the hell out.
— Well...there's a way to get out. It's just a rumor, of course, but we could try.
Tate looked at Dandy, he was confused, as he didn't know what he was talking about.— The kitchen. They say there are windows in there, if we can manage to get into the kitchen we can go. It's not gonna be easy, though.
Tate let out a sigh.— The kitchen story it's not true, Dan.
— Then, why would they have so much security on the kitchen doors if there's nothing there?
I took a moment to think about it. It made sense. Why would they want to keep everyone away from the kitchen? Yeah, sure, there are knifes and stuff, but we're all dead, we can't die again.
— It does makes sense.
Tate finally said. I nodded, agreeing with him.
— We're gonna need help, though.
— What do you mean?— I asked.
— Those guards are really strong, they hardly seem to feel any pain, we're going to need more people...A lot of people.
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-Cece
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