Until we meet again - (Zack x reader)

Chapter 1

   I awoke to an unfamiliar sight of a pristine white ceiling, still groggy from my slumber. As I attempted to rise from the bed, a sudden fear enveloped me as I realised I was confined in a dreadful chamber adorned with lifelike sculptures of eyes and ghastly furniture with menacing mouths. My thoughts were filled with confusion as I struggled to understand how I had come to be in such a haunting space. The bed on which I lay was uncomfortable, lacking the warmth of any blankets, and my attire consisted of baggy black pants with a matching top, alongside a basic chest bag.

Uttering my thoughts out loud, I murmured in disbelief:

- What the hell?

   My attention was quickly drawn to a heavy object that brushed against my ankle as I sat. Upon closer inspection, I realised it was a hatchet. The fear that had gripped me moments before returned, and as I glanced down, I noticed my feet were bare.

   As I picked up the hatchet, I frowned in confusion, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My curiosity quickly turned to alarm as I spotted the only exit in the room - a door, which lay before me. In my attempt to reach it, I quickly realised it lacked any lock or handle. Frustration overcame me as I tried every method possible to open it, from pushing and kicking to even attempting to drag it, but it wouldn't budge. A sense of panic overtook me as I wondered whether I was truly trapped in this ominous place.

   Before attempting my escape, I scanned the wardrobe for any footwear, hoping to alleviate the discomfort of my bare feet. Amongst the clutter of old boxes and trivial objects, I discovered a box of batteries, a couple of flashlights, and a set of green military boots in impeccable condition - a stroke of luck, given that they were my size.

   However, as I pondered my next move, I hesitated to utilise the hammer on the bed to break free, as I was apprehensive that someone might be waiting on the other side. Pressing my ear against the door, I strained to hear any indication of life outside, but the silence was palpable, and I could discern nothing.

   Attempting to gain a better view, I lay down on the floor and peered through the threshold, but to no avail, as there was not enough room to see anything. My mind raced, as I considered the ramifications of my predicament - the possibilities of being either fortunate or woefully ill-fated.

   Despite my reservations, I ultimately decided to proceed with my initial plan. Raising the hatchet to bolster my strength, I mentally counted to three, attempting to fortify my resolve. In that brief pause, I noticed something that had eluded me before - the light from the room's bulb shone upon the hammer, revealing intricate details inscribed upon its surface.

   Upon further inspection, I read the words, "This item is the property of Mahina Wolf, June 12, 2021," etched into the hammer. I found myself questioning the significance of Mahina Wolf - who was this individual, and what connection did they have to my current situation? So, I set aside the hammer and begin to search the room for more clues. Everything seems to be clean, except for a battered calendar that I find tucked underneath the commode.

   Dragging it out, I start flipping through the pages, checking the dates. The calendar has January through March of 2021, then a gap of several months due to being torn, and finally, June. The last recorded date is the same as the one inscribed on the hatchet with coded notes in the margins. The symbols are familiar to me, but I can't seem to recall where I've seen them before.

   I mutter to myself in frustration and rip out the June page before folding it and tucking it into my pocket. Grabbing the hammer once again, I clear the way to the exit. As I step out, I find myself in a vast, chilly corridor with dim lighting. I head back to the wardrobe to grab a lantern and some batteries.