The first thing I realize when I wake up, is that its cold. Its the middle of June and I'm freezing. I immediately snap awake because now, I know something must be terribly wrong. I look around in utter shock and surprise. dark, hard, stone walls surround me. There is no exit. I am trapped.
This can't be happening. I look up and see the ceiling is made of wooden planks. Small slivers of light can be made out through the cracks. Those tiny rays of light, offer me little hope. I look around one last time, before I fall to the ground sobbing.
Tears pour down my face as I try to comprehend my current situation. I am stuck, in what I can only truthfully call a prison, or hell, hell works too. I am cold, confused, and truthfully, very scared. One second I was sitting at the park waiting for..
OH GOD! he couldn't have? could he? no... he wouldn't..
My friend, my classmate, my.. supplier. I was waiting at the park near the gazebo for him to bring me something light. I was never one for anything big, anything too addictive, I just needed something to get me through high school. Could he have possibly had something to do with this? With me being stuck in this concrete hell?
All of the sudden my thoughts are interrupted. A hatch on the ceiling is ripped open, and light floods into my tiny space. As my eyes try to adjust to the sudden brightness, I see a man standing above me. Well, I wouldn't really call him a man. He was less than 3 feet tall and had makeup all over his face.
In a shockingly deep voice, he says, "get up." and I try to. But fall back down because he lobs a bag at me.
"I SAID GET UP" he screams. And then he's gone. I open the bag and see its filled with what could only be battle gear. Bullet proof vest, Cargo pants, a black long-sleeve shirt, a black baseball cap that says "the cage" on it, a machete and sheathe and a bowie knife. I rush to put everything on, knowing that if they gave me this stuff, I'm going to need it, then I climb out of this tiny hole.
I'm immediately confronted with horror, about five people, dressed similarly to me, running around brandishing weapons at one another. I just stand there in awe as I see then sprint past. Then, something catches my eye. Theres a little boy, crying. As I'm watching him I see he has no weapon. I continue to watch this boy, as a large man, comes up to him, and starts hacking away. I scream and turn away.
What is this place? I honestly don't care and really just want to leave. To find a place not fully lacking in benevolence.
So I look around, and run, until I get to the edge of whatever this is. I start scraping at the walls in frustration and feel something push against me. I turn around and am staring into the face of the man who I just saw kill that little boy.
