Rest In Peace (sequel to After They Died)

18- Ellie

I have decided that I don't want to die- not yet anyway. I'm going to put up a good fight even if the odds aren't in my favour.

There must be a way out. I feel along the walls, attempting to find the door. Damp plaster rubs coarsely against my frail fingers but no clue as to how I can escape.

I feel trapped like an animal being observed in a cage.

The dark walls are closing in on me. Empty space engulfs me and I feel microscopic in this bare room. The ceiling is coming down; the walls zooming closer, trapping me inside of them. I gasp desperately but my lungs only receive musty air, tickling my wheezing chest. The lack of oxygen terrifies me further. What if they've done something to the air, slowly intoxicating me. I curl up into a tiny ball, tugging my arms around my legs and rock back and forth. Cold floor slaps my feet as I lean forward; the air carries me on my descent backwards.

Maybe it would be good to die.