escape from death
You have made it to the top you grasp something cold and metal, you realize it’s a door handle. You push down the handle as the door slowly creaks open. The first thing you notice is that the room is very dimly lit, you can barley see what’s in front of you. As you advance forward you make out the shape of two tunnels located at the end of the room. Stumbling forward you lean against the cold wall and yell to whoever or whatever is putting you through this torture. “Why are you doing this?!? What is this?” You are physically exhausted and you feel like collapsing. Still, you bravely ask the question you’ve been silently wondering the entire time. “Is this real? Or is this torture?” The silence is deafening. “IS THIS TORTURE? ANSWER ME YOU COWARDS!!!” Nobody answers you. Lightheaded and numb, you crumple to the ground.
When you wake up, you feel the rage that overtook you has faded away. You think about the events before you blacked out. Are you just being tortured in death? The thought makes you want to pass out again, but then you think about home. Laughing with your family and friends, truly happy and at peace. You figure that if this really is real, it’s worth a shot. You get back on your feet, and with a newfound energy, you stand between the two tunnels.
When you wake up, you feel the rage that overtook you has faded away. You think about the events before you blacked out. Are you just being tortured in death? The thought makes you want to pass out again, but then you think about home. Laughing with your family and friends, truly happy and at peace. You figure that if this really is real, it’s worth a shot. You get back on your feet, and with a newfound energy, you stand between the two tunnels.