I don't know how long I was in the damned cell for, but by the time I was given any sort of food, I had covered the room with dozens of paper airplanes.
I was never one for reading.
Blue had unlocked the door, the heavy lock opening rang through the still, musty air, and the door creaked open. I looked up from my latest plane, seeing an apple, roll, and water bottle with a dixie cup on the side table.
I hadn't eaten so much in two days in years.
The apple was beginning to rot and the roll was practically a rock, but I ate everything but the core of the apple, which I threw out the window. I sat on the bed for a minute, Blue had locked the door as soon as she left, so that option was out. I needed to get out of this room... but how? I sat there thinking of how to get out here when I thought of the wall. Maybe I could...
I quickly rose to my feet, looking at the window and trying to determine how thick the wall was. It was only two to three bricks in places, thank god. I looked down at the weight attached to my leg, and grasped the chain close to the weight. The chain was about three feet long, so I stood next the wall and heaved the weight against the wall. I winced at the loud noise that it made as it created a dent in both the wall and the floor.
I continued to hit the wall until part of it broke through to outside, and I crouched down, pulling the bricks away from the new opening until I could fit through it. I looked out the opening, about to crawl out when I remembered the weight.
"Son of a bitch..." I muttered, still looking outside. I noticed what looked like a discarded piece of metal just a few yards away from the building. I glanced back at the door, biting my lip before crawling out the opening. I moved as quickly as I could to the metal and picked it up, looking down at the lock on the cuff around my ankle. I found the sharper end of the metal and jabbed it into the lock. After working at it for a minute, the cuff fell to the ground with a dull clatter.
I dropped the metal and sprinted, putting as much distance between the hell-hole and myself as I could. I ran for a good fifteen minutes before dropping to the ground, wheezing. It felt like there was fire in my chest as I sat there, looking around. I knew that I was lost, but I had been since I got to this city.
"You okay, buddy?" I heard someone ask, and I spun around, looking up at the person in front of me. He was shorter then me, with tanned skin, black hair, and dark eyes. Thin-rimmed glasses sat crooked on his nose, and he reached up to fix them. "Ya seem pretty beat." He reached down to help me up, and I gratefully took his hand, rising to my feet.
"Yeah, I'm good," I said quietly. "I think..."
"What're you running from?" The man asked, looking at me.
"Nothing," I said, lying. "Uh, what's your name?"
"Matt," he said, looking at me, clearly asking a question with his eyes.
"I'm Zander," I said, and a smile, reserved and kind, split Matt's face. He stuck out his hand, and I shook it.
"Well, Zander, you know where you're headed? You got any defense?"
"The answer to both those questions is no," I said with a sigh. Matt looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Alrighty then," Matt said. "Wanna stay with me?" I looked at him, not really trusting Matt.
"Uh..."
"Don't worry. I don't have any chains or rope," Matt said, gesturing to my ankle and wrists. "I saw the rope burns and chain markings. I don't use that stuff." I nodded, not really knowing what to say. This stranger was being extremely kind to me, when most people saw me and scoffed.
"Sure," I finally said, though it wasn't entirely willing.
"Good choice. You hungry?"
Matt wasn't staying in a great place, but he seemed all-too-happy to show it off. It was an old bomb shelter built about fifty feet under the ground. There were two bunk beds in the back of the bunker, a small kitchen area in the front, and two closed doors in back.
"If you want a shower, as I'm guessing you do, it's the door on the right," Matt said. "The left is just some stuff for lighting and stuff like that."
"Thanks," I said. "I haven't had a shower in weeks."
"So that's what I was smelling," Matt said with a chuckle. "Do you need some clothes?" I nodded as Matt threw a towel at me, then pulling out some clothes and throwing them to me. I walked to the door on the right, opening it. The bathroom wasn't large, just enough room for a thin shelving unit, sink, and tiolet. The shower was built into a cavity in the wall.
I placed the clothes on an empty shelf and hung the towel on a hook that was on the back of the door. I started the water and stepped into the shower, not caring that it was ice cold. It would warm up. I took my hair out of the ponytail, sliding the hairtie onto my wrist. I was probably in the shower for a good ten minutes before I turned the water off, pulling the curtain back and grabbing the towel. I dried off, tying my hair back and grabbing the clothes.
"I must've dropped the shirt..." I said with a groan. I pulled on the jeans anyways, dropping the towel on the floor and opening the door. "Hey Matt? I think I dropped the shirt somewhere around here..." I saw Matt laying on a bed, a book in his hands. He glanced down at me, and his eyes widened.
"U-Uh, yeah..." Matt said. "I, uh, think it's over there..." He said, pointing near the bathroom door. There was a pile of gray fabric on the floor. I picked up the shirt and put it on, nodding. I climbed up onto the other top bunk, laying down.
"I'm taking a nap," I said, rolling over. "Haven't slept in a bed in... I dunno how long." I mumbled, burying myself in the blankets. Truthfully, I had in the building I was just stuck in, but it was more like rock then a mattress.
"Sure," Matt said, and before long, I fell asleep.
I know, this literally has no fandom in it so far. I'm actually not sure when it actually will...