The black matter filled the hallway, only barely allowing me to see the tile floor every here and there. What even is this stuff, and why is it here? Did someone screw up the pipes and this black inky stuff is now everywhere?
Well, to escape the room, I guess I must walk through this stuff and try to either find my way out or find some other people. I hope it's the latter, for I hate being alone and maybe they can explain to me what the hell is going on in here and where we are. After sacrificing my cleanliness of my bare feet to track to the end of the hallway, the black ink seems to end eventually. The trek through the black mud was more difficult since the little rollie rack didn't agree to it.
I have no idea what I'm going to find in this hellhole. Maybe I'll find an actual working society and I just happened to be trapped..? But then that would make no sense, it's not like the stuff burns, so why wouldn't anyone come to save me? Maybe they just thought I was dead, and didn't want to get the body? That wouldn't make sense either, there has to be someone that would want at least my body so they can mourn? I have no idea.
I kept my thoughts to my mind, not wanting to converse with myself out loud and risk sounding... insane? Walking on the cold tiles, vines hung from the open panels of the ceiling, lights hung out and flickered with dying life. That black ooze dripped from the corners and cracks in the walls, it dripped off the vines from the ceiling and made little puddles on the dusty floor. The large desk of someone who probably used to work here was ravaged and destroyed, black ooze dripping into it.
Something is off about this place and I know it's not just paranoia or anxiety talking, there is definitely something wrong here, I'm just unable to point it out at the moment. My world is still blurry, but not impossibly blurry, as if I need something to help me see more clear... but what?
Tables and beds with wheels lined the walls, the cold air making the place feel even less... real. The only light source are the lights that are dying out and flickering with small amounts of time left, and my machine with the grey light, nothing else. Some of the beds had corpses, or pieces of them at least. Many seemed to be torn apart by an animal, others seem withered to the bone, looking almost like skeletons with just leather on it. A closer look, and they still have patches of hair on their skulls, eyes bulging out and their teeth have rotted. Inside their melted and collapsed chest cavities lies that black ooze, with things living in it. Maggots. Maggots eat the rest of their insides and make homes, they squirm out of little holes in the skin and make their way up to the face, hoping to get more nutrients out of it.
The sense of smell starts coming back to me, and all I can smell is what I'm assuming is death, rotting bodies, and that ink stuff mixing together. Stepping away and hurling from the intensity of the stench, the only thing that comes out is water and blood, nothing being left in my stomach besides those two. Upon closer inspection, there seems to be that black ooze. What was it doing in my system?! Maybe it just mixed with some of the stuff on the ground, and the only things that came out was water and blood.
Continuing the walk and trying not to throw up every time I breathe in, I don't dare look at the bodies, not even a single glance. Okay, maybe that was a lie. What if I used to know one of the people, and looking at them sparks a memory, an undesirable memory, perhaps? Maybe it would help me figure out who I am, though, I doubt I would recognize one of the people here, all their faces are sunken into their skull, some don't even have skin, eyes, teeth. Some of them are missing some components, while others are missing all, one thing's for sure, they aren't coming back anytime soon. They all share the same thing: the black ooze is in them, dripping out of any hole they have in their body, it's revolting.
I still don't understand why I'm here, but one thing is for certain; It's definitely some sort of hospital, I don't know what kind yet, but it's a medical place. Who knows if there's even anyone living in here.
All the doors in this place are locked, bashed in, or covered with that goo. Testing so many doors finally lead me to an unlocked door, that ooze covers the floor and seeps out from the bottom of the door, but opening it there is barely any. The door leads to a staircase, with only one way; down. Am I on the top floor? Looking at the wall, the only indication of what level I seem to be on is worn out by time. The large cracks in the cement walls let in vines and flowers, things from the outside world, I'm assuming. Who knows what the outside is like anymore.
Going down the stairs slowly but surely, there seems to be more light than what was given upstairs, which is a surprise. It's not too much more bright, but it seems to be more constant than the flickering light upstairs. Shoving the door open with the broken window in it, the light seems to be further away than it was on the staircase. No, wait, it seems to be moving.
I can't hear anything, so I don't know if it's safe to follow it or not, but I'm going to anyways. The staircase ended there, with nowhere else to go but onto this floor, and forward -where the light is going- seems to be my only direction. Walking a slow pace, I see the light getting faster, or am I getting slower? No, I keep a constant speed, the light is getting faster, I'm not sure it's a good thing or a bad thing.
Turning the corner of the dark hallway, I see people with a light, practically running while carrying a lantern. Why are they running? I try to call out to them, only to feel my throat let out a painfully dry screeching sound. I try to clear my throat and call again, hearing the slightest "Hey!" come out, but quiet and forced. Calling out to them won't work, so I decide to follow them, keeping a tight grip on the rack that holds the bag still attached into the center of my arm.
Following them, they're obviously getting fatigued, they have to stop soon. Being so much further behind them, I don't even know which ways they'd be able to go if they take a turn and decide to just leave me behind. Seeing them take a turn to the right, I try my hardest to catch up. Finally turning the corner, I see them catching their breath and stopped near the black slime. They're hunched over breathing heavily, with their hands on their knees. They all look up when they hear me getting closer and visibly, they all relax.
"Who are you?" One of them asks, the one who has a head of untamed hair, with large, wide glasses perched upon his nose. The small beard he has growing on his face means he's either been here a while or just hasn't gotten to shaving. His skin color being as pale as the light illuminating from the lantern, his eyes are a pale grey. His body frame was lanky, obviously unhealthily skinny and not matching his bone structure, but also signaling he was around his mid twenties. His cheeks were sunken in, probably starved. His clothes hung loosely over his frame, torn and shred with little traces of blood at the ends.
Another leans against the wall, gaining her breath as she has her hands intertwined into her short hair. Her glasses, too, perched upon her nose, just more square and more narrow than the man's. Her skin almost just as pale, just a bit darker, and her eyes illuminating an almost black color. Her frame being almost just ask lanky and skinny, but maybe with more proportion into it. Her clothes being ripped and shredded, with blood and dirt on it, on her shoulder was a messenger bag of sorts. She obviously isn't the most trusting, I can feel her glare digging into my soul with every inch of her being.
Another woman sits on the ground, her skin dark and fair, her eyes much darker than the two, almost pitch black. Her glasses rest upon the bridge of her nose and are much more tapered than the two's glasses. Her hair being many curls, two different colors mixed into each other, a grey with a black. The cloths on her body being about as ripped as the others, but more worn instead of shredded, she's probably the runner of the group? They all stare at me with unease and untrusting looks.
"Well? Are you not going to answer his question?" One barks out, the one with short hair against the wall, still keeping her glare. Her stern voice quickly broke me out of the trance I was in, examining the three unfamiliars.
"O-oh, I'm sorry... No, no I don't." I shake my head, my voice barely above the level of being able to be heard. It sounded dry and scratchy, which only mixed in with the heavy breathing of the three. The air got even more tense, even more suffocating than it was before. They all stare, the untrusting looks got even worse.
The male had the most untrusting look, he kept his gaze on my eyes, not leaving them once. "You... don't know who you are?" He asked skeptically, obviously suspicious, but then again, who wouldn't be in a place like this. "Want me to hit you over the head with a brick to help you remember?" The chick with the short hair smirked, I'm getting a vibe that she doesn't necessarily like me.
I shake my head, unable to trust myself with words at the moment. I've only been awake for what seems to be a couple minutes, but hours seemed to have passed.
The same guy asks again, obviously trying to piece something together. "So, tell me, when did you wake up, or have you just gotten inside here?" He crosses his arms and looks at the thin cloth. "Ah, nevermind. Don't answer that. When did you wake up?"
I shrug. "Only a couple minutes ago" My voice seemed a bit better, it would probably be worse if this bag wasn't attached to my arm.
The man then looked over at the two girls and nods saying "That's what that generator did." He said it nonchalantly, almost as if that was life's biggest question solved and he was just one cocky ass. I decided not to say anything, and just go with it, not having a single clue as to what is going on. A generator? There's power?
"Oh well, guess that person up." The one sitting on the ground with curly hair replied, looking up at the guy, being careful not to lean back and get into the ooze behind her.
The one with the short hair just yelled "OH SHIT, REALLY?" at the guy. She didn't know that they had woken a person up from a coma, so apparently that was really cool to her? Who knows, she seems to be a strange one, I may have to keep my eye on her. The two looked at her and both told her to shut up in their own ways. The man called her 'Maggie' while the other just called her 'Mag'.
The guy turned his attention back to me, a little bit more trusting than before, but still suspicious. "Alright, we know she just woke up, she can barely walk and speak. I think we can somewhat trust her for now." He looks at Maggie and the other woman.
"Ight, she does one thing that's suspicious I'm done with her, like Derek." She nods at the guy then stands up, stretching, then looks at me. The guy replies with a curt nod and a simple "I know." as his response. Who's Derek, and what did they do to him?
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