Sanity tales [Rewrite of Sanity Dreams/Walkers] a ShredSquad Fanfic

Before the Lockdown

Cory's POV

The white walls of my room always seemed to be smaller than what they really were.

For what felt like months I would wake up and just stare at them, waiting for the day that they would grow too close, press too tightly, the day they would steal my final breath.

They never did though, they stayed stagnant and formidable. Sometimes I even found myself wishing they would move, that would at least be something different from my stale life as it is.

The Asylum wasn't very interesting, it's unchanging routine leaving me with too much time alone with my own thoughts if I wasn't crazy when I first got here, I definitely was now.

I didn't exactly know when or why I was submitted to the Asylum, I can't even remember my first few weeks here, they had always been a fuzzy blot in my memory, accompanied by the faded screams I occasionally heard, slipping under the metallic door of my cell, or maybe they were in my head, I could hardly tell anymore. My earliest memories of this place was staring into a mirror, taking in the details of the odd device on my face, it was crafted to look like a sort of camera, it's singular blue lense mimicking a human eye, yet it never felt out of place, almost as if in a dream where everything you see is normal but upon waking you struggle to understand it's unnatural nature. Yet as I looked in the mirror I couldn't help wondering why it felt like I had never seen my own face before. My dirty blond hair seemed to curl in the wrong direction, I felt too tall, I felt older than I was, and I also felt like I was missing something, that when the sounds of screaming started.

Slowly pushing myself off of the faded and worn bed I glanced towards the metal door, I took it in with a sceptical mind, It was dented slightly from the amount of times I had tried to force my way out, places faded from my obsessive clawing, but the electric locks that held the door shut never gave. I had given on escapement around my second month there, I had been here for about six now, I knew there was no point, even if I did get out I had no where to go, the fact that I hadn't gotten any visitors from the outside world made me realise I had no family to go back to. Right now, the Ashgrae Asylum for Troubled Individuals was my only home, and I no longer had any intentions of abandoning it.

It was at times like these though, when my emotions got the best of me, when the many sleepless night finally take their toll that I disregard my logic and let selfish thoughts consume me. I clenched my first and heard the stiff sound of the metal and my fist making contact before I registered the pain clawing it's way to my shoulder, running it's fingers along my arm, making sure not to miss my funny bone.

I remembered with a bitter thought of why I stopped punching the door, but through the pain, I coul help but feel as if something was wrong. Something was new.

Tommy's POV

I glared at the flickering light stapled to the roof, my mask forgotten beside me as I lay on the ground yelling, my throat burning from the words that spilled from my numb mouth.

I wasn't really yelling anything important, nothing anyone would benefit from if they happened to hear it, only bland insults at whoever was unlucky enough to be walking past my cold room. In a funny, yet morbid way, most of the insults were actually directed at myself, I found it easier to vocalise my thoughts then let them eat me up inside, it was a healthier way of dealing with dark and lonely thoughts then the other ways I could have gone with.

"I hope you rot in a cell of your own! You apathetic freaks can't keep me in here forever. Just you watch, one day I'll get myself out of here." I continued to yell for a few more fleeting minutes, my voice slowly dropping in volume before I just lay there silently.