Seth let out a sound of pain when he woke up. His body was lying in a weird position. He couldn't stretch his legs. He opened his eyes and realized he was in a small circle shaped place. He looked up to see the sun shine down on him.
"What the hell? Where am I?" He asked.
There were stones all around him and a weird mushy ground. As if there once had been water there that had disappeared but the ground wasn't completely dry yet. He stood up and wiped the backside of his jeans. There wasn't a lot of light coming down there but he could make out an old, grey rotary dial phone.
"That's odd," he said.
A phone like that shouldn't be down in a place like this. While he was left wondering who might have thrown it down there, it suddenly started ringing. As soon as he heard it ring, everything came back to him. Breaking and entering, the game, the rooms, the traps, the mental institution. He reached a shaky hand forward to answer the phone.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Hi, Seth," Leatrice said.
"So it was all real," he sighed.
"Of course. I might have access to a lot of drugs but I don't play around with hallucinations. There's no fun in that," she said.
"I wish you had," he said.
She chuckled on her end. Of course he would wish for none of it to have actually happened.
"You're in a well," she said.
"What am I doing in a well of all places?" He asked.
"I had to put you somewhere. Look around. Can you see the metal steps?" She asked.
He looked around and saw some old, rusty metal pipes sticking out from the stone walls. It wasn't going to be fun to use them as steps but it was the only way up.
"What happens if I fall and hurt myself?" He asked.
"You're on your own," she answered.
"So you'll just leave me here to die?" He asked.
"Be a good boy, suck it up and start climbing," she said. "Oh, and lift up the phone."
He lifted up the phone and saw some money there.
"Once you make it up from the well, it's a three days walk back to town. You'll be able to see the main road once you get up. Follow the road left. If you stop and ask anyone for help, I'm coming for you. I will be watching your every move for the next three days. Spend the money wisely on food. It's all you got. Think about what you've done for the next three days. Maybe think about leaving town and starting over once you get back. That's entirely up to you, of course. Your life, your choice," she said.
She hung up and left him with a dead line. He put the money in his pocket and went over to the rusty steps.
"Fuck my life," he sighed.
He started climbing upwards on shaky legs. One wrong step and he would crash down to the bottom. He could only hope the steps wouldn't break with how rusty they were. It took a lot of minutes before he reached the edge of the well. He grabbed it and pulled himself over it. He landed on his side and rolled over on his back. He looked up at the sun and started laughing.
"I did it!" He laughed. "I fucking did it! In your face, Leatrice!"
He sat up and looked around. There were trees around him but he could make out the main road a short walk away.
"I need to get home," he mumbled. "I need to find..."
His eyes widened when he thought about the choice they had refused to make. She had said she would make it for them. She had said that only one of them would be set free and make it out alive.
"No, no, no!" He started crying. "It can't be. Roman? Dean? Please, don't say they're dead. You can't do this to me."
No one answered. He was alone somewhere. He had no clue where he was, only that he had three long days of walking ahead of him. He dried his eyes and made it to his feet. He started walking towards the road. He needed to get back to town as quickly as possible. He couldn't give up now that he was finally on the outside.