Murderers~

Part 27

Michael
My eye lids feel heavy. And every breath i take is sharp and painful. "Michael.." A soft voice says. "Michael, honey, wake up." The voice says again. It sounds like Kota... "Michael!" Kota screams and my eyes snap open to find a empty room. I notice almost instantly that my hands are uncuffed. I sigh in relief and rub my wrist that they shoved a needle into. I slowly get up. My legs feel like rubber, and my body's numb. I notice something on my wrist, some sort of... Writing. I lift my arm up closer to my face so I can see it. It says 'patient 23.' I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I scan the room. A white bed, a small white table with water on it, a small window with bars over it, and a door. A stride over and chug the water. I look at the bed, and notice a small syringe. I walk over and pick it up. Small letters are on the front, I turn it over in my hand and read it. '666, for emergency.' 666? Isn't that the devil sign? I put it in my pocket, and walk to the door. I wiggle the handle. Locked. Of course. "Hello?" I say in a normal voice. I look out the window, and see a long corridor. White tiles, and white walls. There are more doors, with labels on them, but I can't make them out. There are tables, and those one bed things that I forget what their called.
A mans face, with a gas mask on, suddenly appears in front of me. I jump back, and let out a small scream. "God man, what the hell!" I yell. He stands there, not moving. I squint at him. "What the hell is this place? And why am I in here?" I ask, knowing I won't get a answer. The man stands there, staring into the room.