The Deathly Mortem

Who is he? And who are you?

What is happening? Where am I? Well I can feel myself going up as in an elevator. Iam in a room that looks like an elevator, maybe I am in an elevator, it's cold in here, freezing! 

As Grey warm breath leaves his mouth it instantly turns into some type of fog or mist. His whole body is tinteling from the cold.

This must be nightmare right? Iam just dreaming and will wake up in my small apartment in the city. I will see my white ceiling with a little bright lamp hanging right above me. Maybe Craig set the temperature in the flat lower again, like the money freak he is. That would explain why Iam so cold! But I will wake up in my red bed with spiderman on it in the corner, and I will see my cat sitting on the small blue chair in the corner of my cold room. Wait, do I have a blue chair or am I going crazy? There was a blue chair right? My cat always sits on the blue chair, do I have a cat? Iam forgetting everything, did I get in an accident or something and Iam losing my memory? What was I thinking about. Quick I need to remember something! But what, I can't think of anything my mind is empty like a strict school in summer break. Is there anything in the elevator at all?

Quickly he starts looking around in the elevator, his eyes shooting from left to right. Sweat dripping from his brown hair, over his skin, down to his white t-shirt and black pants. And finally dripping between his black shining shoes onto the hard metal ground. Searching for something, anything! But how will he find something without any knowledge of what he is searching for. Then a small trapdoor on the south side of the elevator opens, the trapdoor is smaller than a hand but bigger than an ant. A sharp gray rock rolls out of the door, Grey looks behing him and sees an opportunity. He jumps to the trapdoor, his arm stretching trying to reach just before.. BAM the trapdoor closes shut, a quick breath of air swings through the elevator as the door closes just before Grey could reach it.

And now? The stupid door closed, what if that was my only way out?!
What's that.. a small sharp stone, Iam still forgetting things this could help me! I have an idea but it is painful as hell..

Slowly Grey grasps his small fingers around the rock, he let's his pinky slide over the sharp side. Blood, a small red stream starts running down his hand.

Perfect, it is sharp enough! Let's get my name first. I really don't wanna forget my name!

Slowly Grey slides the sharp end over his bleach skin, cutting right through like a butterknife through melted butter. The cuts start bleeding but slowly you can see where he is going with this.. Letters appear..

G R E Y

I shouldn't stop there, what is my last name again? I can't remember!

Grey drops the rock and let's his fingers go through his hair as he slowly starts sobbing. Dropping to his knees, tears slowly dripping down his face as his last memories fade away forever. With his name as the only piece of identity he will carry throughout the battle.

What do I do? Iam a nobody now, worth nothing! AAAAAGH

A sharp pain shoots through Grey's body, a very stingy feeling flowing through his nerves. The cuts are bleeding even more then before, Grey starts panicking as he almost faints of the pain. But he wouldn't let the pressure get to him, as he rips a part from his white sleeve. He applies pressure to the wound and attempts to clean it, like a real doctor. It is a delegate and slow process, very carefully he wraps the peace of cloth around his right underarm.

Phew, that is better. Even though blood is still dripping from the side Iam happy, at least it is protected. A kinda clean homemade bandage!
So what now? Wait? ...
What's that? A light?

A beam of light reaches Grey from the ceiling, is this it? Is he finally waking up from this memory forgetting nightmare? Finally free from this horror story? No of course not, that would be a boring game! The elevator is slowly coming to a stop as Grey's adrenaline starts kicking in. The light is coming from an opening, an entrance to the beginning of a game of life and death, skill and thinking but also morality.

An opening! Finally a way out of this freezing elevator!

As the deathliest battle begins Iam left wondering. How far will contestant 5038 get?
But forget that..
Let the games begin