( Hey long time no see :) been awhile I hope my writing has been improved, hope you enjoy)
Panting, adrenaline pulsing through my tired body, sweat pouring down my forehead. I hear loud boots crunching an running in the halls.
This was such a bad idea I just wanted some food, the world turned so cruel risking my life just to eat. I didn't have time to pity myself I needed to find a way out of this hellhole.
I looked around in the room I fled in, there was a twin sized bed with simple black covers, a simple wood carved desk, a bathroom and a closet. I steadily catch my breath.
In the dimly lit bathroom trying to control the shaking in my hands turning the faucet on. Luckily warm water flows freely out, forgetting all my troubles I drip my hands in drinking as much as I can ignoring my dirt and blood contaminating it.
Taking my torn and tattered gloves I put water to my bare hands water washed my blood away I wish it could wash away my memories to. Looking around in the room it looked lived in.
There was a uniform hanging on the back of the front door with matching shoes on the bed. Turning back into the bathroom there was no mirror I wish I could see what my face looks like now. Washing the blood and dirt off my face I never wanted to leave warm water made me safe, a feeling I haven't felt in such a long time.
Seeing my arms not caked with mud and dirt felt alien to me like I wasn't in my own skin. Scrubbing dirt off the rest of my body felt like ages. Seeing my skin burns and scars again kept taking me back to the time where things weren't as bad. A feeling of empty ness made its way back into me my fear overpowered all my emotions.
Looking into the desk there was a white shirt with no sleeves on the side, some heavy duty pants, long black socks and a black button up shirt. Looking at my tattered clothes in the bathroom pain pinged at me.
I had to focus I didn't know when the owner of this room might return. Putting on the white shirt the cotton felt so soft and smooth it was like I was in a different world my arms felt free. I grabbed my bag, I panicked when I first saw other people my mind was blank I couldn't even move I am ashamed I froze up.
It will never happen again years of living in this horror, I acted like a mouse I acted pathetic. I will not freeze up against those bastards a second time. Taking the daggers out of my coat and bag I quickly adjusted them to fit my attire. I doubt my blades would do anything against their guns but it is better than nothing.
The pants from the desk were heavy and bigger than me, slowly cutting the end of the pants to my ankle took longer than anticipated the fabric wouldn't rip easily. After getting one of my bigger knifes it finally ripped. Quickly I put on my boots and the button up shirt. There was one last thing I needed to do before I try to escape.
I stabbed the can of peaches with a knife and inhaled each peach.
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