Blood and destruction
The inside of a half-destroyed room. Blood decorated its walls, alongside the cracks and holes, that where possibly caused by something of high explosive power. Human corpses, mostly parts of them, were scattered across the floor, making it look like the site of a mass slaughter crime scene.
A figure was lying in the center of the room, under what looked like a drawn circle of some sort. Unlike the remains around it, that appeared to be wearing white lab coats, which were now glowing red, it was dressed with some kind of prison uniform, which has been reduced to rags hanging from its atrophied body.
Upon closer inspection, the figure appeared to be male, possibly around his 20s and had probably seen better days. He had long black hair, that were sticking to him, sign he hadn't had a decent wash in ages and his whole physical condition, screamed that he was not eating enough. His face was head first in the ground and be the looks of it he looked pretty much in the same condition as everyone else on the room, aside the fact his body was mostly intact. Suddenly, his right hand started to twitch, as to point that he wasn't dead yet. Then his left hand started to twitch as well and soon his legs and his whole body started to follow suit. First thing he tried to do was to get up, but his body, being all weak and neglected wouldn't listen to him.
After a while however and lots of tries, he somehow managed to get himself in a standing up position. He then tried to open his eyes, but when he did, for some reason he could only see from his right eye. He put his hand to his left eye socket, only to realize that he could feel a hole where his eye used to be. Before he could be surprised by the sudden loss of his eye, another stream of terror passed him as his remaining eye, getting used to the dark, saw him the situation that surrounded him. Too shocked to even screamed, he walked back a few steps, before he felt something touch the back of his foot. He turned around, only to see a decapitated head, staring at him, its face a mixed expression of surprise and terror. The scream, that didn't come out before, finally exited his mouth and turning his gaze away from the direction of the head, he started to run.
I need to get out, need to get out, need to get out, he kept screaming in his mind, trying to forget what he just saw and desperately searching for an exit. He touched the surface of the walls, groaning each time he felt blood in it, trying to recognize in the dark, a door, a window, anything to get him out of this wretched place. Suddenly, his hand stopped at the feeling of touching something made of wood and open a more detailed search realized that they were wooden planks. Hope filled him as he realized that the planks, for some reason, were loose and broken and with lots of determination and pulling he managed to finally get them off, revealing a window, big enough for him to escape through.
The moon was shining into the night sky, when he finally managed to squeeze himself through the window and out into the open. Panting from exhaustion and mostly stress, he sat out in the grass, inhaling and exhaling as much fresh air as he could, trying to get rid of that disgusting feeling he felt inside him. He couldn't understand what in the living hell was that place and even more importantly, what was HE doing in there. He decided to think about it after he got as far away from that place as possible.
When he started to feel a little better and less tired, he got up and started running as fast as his hurting feet could carry him. He ran and ran and ran, until after what seemed like hours on the end, he couldn't stand anymore and his feet just basically gave up on him.
Where am I?, he thought as he fell to the ground.
Who am I?, he thought and his eye closed as he felled into a state of deep sleep.
