You flutter your eyes open as an unbearable ache settles deep into your already exhausted frame. You blink multiple times in confusion, your hazy vision steadily adjusting to your all-too-familiar surroundings. You struggle to regain your overall emotionless demeanor while your paranoia threatens to rip what's left of your sanity in this crazy post apocalyptic world apart. Pain latches onto every muscle in your weak body, the heavyweight of unmovable objects pressing down on your wrists and ankles.
Faded memories of how you ended up being kidnapped by some psycho at an abandoned gas station along with your stalker wanting to turn you into some experimental science project flashes before your mind like a movie reel. Sadness plunges somewhere deep in your icy soul at the thought of your newfound friends, your resolve for escaping immediately becoming stronger with each passing second.
You push yourself upright with some difficulty due to your previous injuries and somehow manage to stay balanced although the toxic gas you breathed in before you passed out was still in effect. You cast a sideways glance at your creepy surroundings once more, examining every little detail of the small lab.
The twisted laboratory is roughly the equivalent of a warehouse with endless mazes of corridors attached to the prison-like structure as well as mental institution-related layouts making up the rest of its fading interior. Bloodstains are smeared over the walls or broken tile flooring, corpses of what looks like failed projects decaying in their still cages.
You notice a rusty metal cart nearby with various deadly objects arranged in an organized manner on the makeshift tabletop while the overwhelming scent of thick metallic hits you. You glance down at your restraints in annoyance, realizing you're chained to a hospital bed.
Recently lit candles illuminate the darkened hallways and the echo of an unnerving yet haunting tone plays loudly through the multiple intercoms hooked up along the building's wiring. You begin yanking at the chains keeping you trapped like an animal, screaming random threats into the disgusting air.
Suddenly, the sound of some kind of door being opened goes unnoticed by you as the visible outline of a tall figure practically charges down the corridor in your direction. You continue struggling nevertheless, your restraints leaving fresh bruises on your (skin color) skin.
A heavyweight latches onto your smaller frame while you feel pressure against your mouth. Your heartbeat pulses painfully in your eardrums, your entire body immediately becoming paralyzed in horror. A childish shushing noise breathes heavily against you and your wide (e/c) gaze comes face to face with a shining blade aimed directly at your eyeball.
Your kidnapper squeezes you like some sort of toy, the low whispered request of you shutting up reminding you that last time you didn't listen, you were almost murdered.
"Be still, (Y/n). It'll only make your situation worse if you act like a fool. Besides, No one can hear you screaming and no one else is coming to save you from being my perfect little pet,"
He whispers smoothly in your ear as he finally releases you with that warning in mind. You glare at the weapon in his hand, deciding to use another escape route instead. You somehow manage to grab his left wrist before he can walk over to some machines hooked up to the various IVs or tubes injected in your arms nearby while pulling him closer to you.
You force him to bend somewhat over the mattress to your height, locking eyes with the young man who's about to ruin your somewhat normal life. He raises an eyebrow at your behavior in utter confusion and impatiently waits for what you're going to do or say next.
"Wait, I want to know what you plan on doing to me? I remember yesterday you said that you wanted to turn me into some kind of experimental science project, right? If I'm going to be stuck as some kind of strange zombie half human or some sort of animal half human...I want to look somewhat normal. Can you make me look really cute or downright adorable?"
You blurt out the first thoughts in your head in an overall rush as you swiftly take the knife from his iron grip. He cries out in sudden pain, the blade slicing his palm like butter. You hold onto your only defense while swaying side to side. The hospital bed hits the floor with a loud thump, your metal restricts breaking in half from impact.
You twist your bruised wrists out of your shackles and practically scramble away from his fallen form in panic. You accidentally block yourself into a nearby opened doorway, your gaze silently watching him regain his composure even though he received multiple injuries from knocking over the metal cart.
You push your shaking frame upright with the support of another hospital bed as you slip through the small gap between the archway and wall. You slam the door shut behind you, leaning your entire body against the metal doorframes.
You feel the doors shake harshly while your crazy psycho tries to follow you. He yells random yet sick threats at you, the echo of fists pounding breaking over that dreadful tone.
You blindly stretch out your foot toward a rusty pipe laying abandoned on the dirty floor and you somehow manage to roll it within arms reach. You bend somewhat over, grabbing the pipe before anything else can go wrong.
You shove the pipe between the door handles as an exhausted sigh escapes your hoarse throat. Your tired frame slides down the dented in doorways, your lower half colliding with the floor.
You move your legs up to your stomach while wrapping your arms around your knees in a protective position. You prop your chin on top of your kneecaps, burying your face into the soft fabric of your hospital gown.
You allow the emotions you've been holding in for a few weeks out and wonder if your friends were ever going to come to save you from your growing sadness.
You silently cry yourself into a hellish nightmare, flashes of yourself along with your beloved friends becoming zombies haunting your twisted yet disturbing dream world.
