ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE!
Simon slid under the cardboard sign as he continued his descent down the stairs. The light he saw was getting closer and brighter with every step he took.
The staircases was surprisingly clean as if someone was still maintaining it. He tried not to think about what he would find at the bottom. He was trained marine he knew how to push fear to the back of his mind. They drilled it into him all through boot camp.
When he was halfway down the stairwell he found the source of the light. A door was being propped opened by a paint can. He approached it slowly looking in all directions. There was no one in sight. He poke his head in the door looking first left then right. There was a small table lamp hanging from the hallway ceiling directly over the top of the door.
He stepped in cautiously with his pistol out in front of him just in case he ran into trouble. The hallway was clean a little to clean as if some one had just mapped it. The smell of fresh bleach danced into his waiting nose. Can’t be?
He took the left and walked slowly watching, listening, and praying he would find someone and not something. He continued down the hall and again he noticed how clean everything was. The walls were even freshly scrubbed. He walked under more table lamps hanging from the ceiling about every 10 feet or so. Just far enough to give the hall a bright homey feeling.
Wait? What’s that? Noise? No! It’s music! Coming from where? He zeroed in on it and moved toward it. It was coming from a room at the end of the hall. The music grew louder as he got closer. He edge closer and closer. The door was closed and reached for the door and turned the knob slowly opening it.
“despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage”
The music was so loud that it knocked him back a little. What he saw made his stomach turn. He turned around closing the door slowly trying not to make an sound. He hurried quickly down the hall back to where he came in. As a veteran of two wars he had seen a lot of things he would like to forget. Torture, death, and destruction, but nothing he had seen compared to what was behind that door.
More noise behind him? ****? He spun around. Nothing? Thank god? The exit just a few more feet and he was out of there. He started to run not caring who heard him he just need to get out of there. The stairwell just ahead he is going to make it.
Ouch! Damn it! What the hell was that in my shoulder? Simon reached for it! Dart. Feeling sleepy. Mind getting cloudy. Feet and legs turning numb. He crushed to the floor just in front of the door. His gun flew out of his hand and his gun hit the floor as his face hit the tiles.
“What do we do with him?”
“Take him downstairs and prep him for the game.”
Simon felt himself being dragged as his mind went numb and his world