The Demon Inside (Discontinued)

The Escape

Roger's POV

I sat there in the kitchen of Deck 7 physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. I had escaped Walter by running six times by then. I had given up completely. I ran everywhere in the cargo holds trying to look for an air pump or a spool of chain but all I could find were flashlights, glowsticks and other unnecessary tools.

I had a knife in my hand and I kept trying to kill myself but I couldn't. I didn't have it in me to just end it all then and there no matter how badly I wanted it to happen. There was no shortage of food or water so I had a full belly and was hydrated but all I needed was sleep. But of course, I couldn't take the risk. Walter was wandering around everywhere looking for me.

I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around my bizarre situation.

I have no idea how long I sat there crying with the knife in my hand before I heard doors being opened hastily. I thought it was Walter before I realized that the lights around were still working. I got up from the floor and stood there silently listening to the sound. I heard footsteps. I was convinced that it wasn't Walter because he didn't have any feet.

Finally, the door in front of me opened and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Farrell.

"Roger!", he quietly yelled.

I fell to the floor staring at him.

I'm hallucinating now...?

"Rog. Rog, I'll explain everything. I promise.", he crouched down. "But we gotta get going now, he's looking for us. We need to find supplies."

I couldn't respond, I just kept staring at him. His shirt was completely torn from the front but his torso was completely fine though his organs had been brutally taken out by Walter.

"Your arm... The fuck happened to your arm?!", he stared intently at it. "I should have been more careful... If I hadn't been knocked out maybe this wouldn't have.. happened.", there was grief all over his face.

"You're not real.", I whispered without knowing.

"Yes, I am.", he put his hand on my shoulder and patted it. "I'm real!"

"No..."

"I know you're beyond confused and horrified. I'm scared too. But we need to move now if we wanna live."

"What the fuck...?"

"I swear to you, I will explain every single thing."

"How...?"

"Roger, I know.", his voice was was stern, yet scared. "We need to move. Now."

He got up and Walked towards the stairs while I hurriedly followed him. My eyes never left him. I still couldn't believe he was alive.

"I...", I began to say as he turned towards me, "walked over your dead body. How...?"

"I will explain.", he put both his hands on my shoulders and stared at me dead in the eye.

"Alright."

"So I saw that you got the raft repaired. It's our way out."

"I can't find..."

"Can't find what?"

I began to cry, "I can't find an air pump or a spool of chain... We're stuck here."

"No, don't you dare fucking say that, we are not stuck here."

I continued to cry.

"An air pump and a chain, right?!"