The first thought I had was ' it's cold'. The floor I was on was cold, and there was a chill in the air. I sat up immediately, my brain firing all possible scenarios with the worse being 'am I in the lab'? But a quick search around put an end to that thought. I was in a what could only be described as a dungeon, the walls were made of gray bricks with a small cell window on the wall behind me. There was a bed held up by a wall chains, with what looked like a straw mat. There was no bathroom, or anything to use for such a thing.
Was this a nightmare formed by catnap? That thought was dismissed when I felt the cell bars. They felt cold to the touch like cold metal. The air tasted stale and had that dead animal smell to it. Definitely not a nightmare, so were was I?
I gave the cell door a push to see if they would open, and surprisingly they did open. That was good I wasn't trapped here. The cell door immediately led to a long hallway, there was a staircase that led up wooden door. On the other end of the hallway was a solid wall. There were prisons cells going down the hallway on each side. Totally what looked like maybe 8 or so cells.
Well no point in staying here I guess. I walked down the far end of the hallway first. I wanted to see if there was anything of value here, or at least something to tell me where I was. I knew that I probably wouldn't find it here but the small reward for little work on my part was enough for me to try.
It didn't take me long to reach the end of the hallway. It wasn't far from my cell seeing as how I was the 3rd to last one. There was nothing in the other prison cells, besides the same crap that I had found in my own cell. As I got closer to the stairways the dead animal smell got worse, when I was on the 2nd to last cell I saw something that made me understand where the smell was coming from.
There in the cell on the far back wall was the corpse of someone. He had on rags, with his arms lifted up, and tied to chains that were coming from the wall. His flesh on his arms had rotten, along with his legs. His face if you could call it that had sunken in, with the nose being completely gone. Poor bastard, I thought before walking away
'Jangling'
I stopped, and walked slowly back to the cell to ensure that I didn't hear what I thought I heard. When I got there, the corpse was in the same position as before. But when I looked closer he moved. His head jerked to the left side, and his eyes opened up.
"HOLY FUCK CHRIST"
The corpse of the person started moving he opened and closed his mouth like he was trying to talk but just moaned instead. He didn't even move his head to look at me, but at the left side of the cell. It looked like he was trying to talk to someone that wasn't there.
I backed away slowly, I didn't want to see how he was talking to. As I backed away, I hear the door to my only escape opening. My subconscious made the quick decision that in this situation it was much better to go into a cell where I might have a chance to survive, than trying to fight whatever would come through that door as an 8 year old boy.
My body ran to my cell, and I hid in the pile of straws. The quick thought that passed through my head was "this is stupid, why did I do this" passed through my mind just as the thought had finished, but then was stopped by the reasoning that this was literally the only place I could hid.
The door creaked opened, and the sounds of heavy armor foot steps walked down the stairs. Every step was followed by the sounds of metal dragging across the floor. Then I hear the sounds of the first undead I have ever seen in my life, along with another one that was more gurgling combined with moaning. Like the sound of someone trying to talk while they had something in their throat.
The two went back and front for some time before I heard the sound of someone beating something. The beating continued until the first undead, sounded like it died. Which had to be the most indescribable thing I have every hear. Like the sound of a dying animal, that caught a second wind and then screamed out but all sounds a human could make.
Sounds of foot steps leaving the cell, and the cell door closing were clearly heard from where I was. It didn't go away that dragging, foot step sounds. No, it got closer to my location.
Fuck. I thought about what I could do, and each ended in my death. Fight, not possible. Flee, not possible. Jump out the window or escape through something in the cell, also not possible.
The sounds got closer, and before I knew it I saw the figure. It was an undead just like the one I saw. This one however had on knight armor, and a long short that hung from his side. The undead was walking with his back bent backwards his arms hanging down nearly touching the floors. It was unnatural in the way it walked, and moved. His head just like the other one was looking left his mouth opening and closing like he was talking to someone.
The undead made it`s way passed my cell, thank God, and continue down the hall. His foot steps stopped, after I assumed was when he hit the wall and then came back my way. It didn't stop until he made his way up the stairs and the sound of a wooden door closing.
I didn't move from my spot until I was sure he was gone. Playing every horror video game, books, references, movies ANYTHING to figure out what to do in this situation.
I could just stay in my cell, but I didn't know if staying here could or would help me leave this place. What if I had to go somewhere or do something before leaving here. Or maybe it had a time limit thingy where I had a certain amount of time to just survive until something happened. I didn't know what to do.
This place felt too real to be a nightmare, and the smell that the armored undead gave off nearly made me want to vomit in my mouth. Only now that he was gone, and that I realized I was safe did I notice that gagging feeling you get when you smell something bad or taste something bad.
Out of all possibilities, escaping was the best one. I don't know why, but my gut said that leaving was my best bet. When I left my cell again, and made my way down the hall. Morbid curiosity wanted to see the undead…undead. Could someone that came back to life, die again.
It was certainly true in media, but in real life? I wasn't too sure. Question needed to be answer. As I looked inside the cell, the undead looked just like he did when I first saw him. Nothing changed about him. He had no bruises, crushed bones, or damaged flesh besides what I had already saw. It was strange to see it.
I know I heard that armor undead beat this thing like there was no tomorrow. And from what I saw from that armor undead it wasn't weak but any means of the word. So, how did this normal undead not change.
I didn't think about it further and left upstairs to the door. I didn't want to stay here any longer. I checked the door to see if I could get a sneak peak on the other side without opening it.
The answer no. There weren't any windows on the door, it was made of solid hard wood which meant no holes in it and to top it off the lock didn't have that peaking hole that all these types of doors in media have. The only thing I could do was bring my head to the very bottom of the door, and kind of see shadows on the other side. The shadows didn't look like people at all, and looked or at least appeared to be something else.
So, with that I opened the door as slowly and carefully as possible. When I saw the other side I almost had a heart attack.
It was the armored undead sitting or at least that was the best word for it in a chair. His back bent and his arms falling to the side. It didn't move, didn't do anything just was sitting there. It looked like he was trying to get up from the chair with his back bent and chest out but died there.
The room he was in was an office. With me facing the side of his desk, that had rotten papers and some writing equipment on it. Across from me on the other side was a door, and facing the armor undead was another door that looked more fanzy, and less like it was trying to keep something out. Like my door and the other door.
He jerked, and I didn't even check or look at anything else. I immediately went back to my cell room. I knew it was safe there. When I finally got to my safe hiding spot, I heard the same rounds again.
The chain undead making the same sounds, and a few sounds later the same door opening and foot steps. The exact same thing happened again, with the sounds of beating, and dying repeating perfectly.
When the armor undead made its way towards my area I thought for sure I was going to die. But it did the exact same thing as it did before. Nothing was different. The door closed, and I left my cell again.
Curious I checked my first undead dungeon mate and saw that he looked exactly the same. Even more curious I thought about testing a theory that I started to have. I went to a cell grabbed anything I could, which was mostly just straws and one dirty cloth sheets. Once I had the items I opened the cell door and throw objects at him and waited. He did nothing, then I throw the sheet at him. Which caused him to jerk, but not any different from when I first saw him.
Just like clockwork, the stairway door opened, and footsteps followed. I left the undead cell door open along with the stuff that I had thrown inside with him. I sure as fuck wasn't going to get those wasted items.
I hid and waited. To my surprise there was no difference at all and the events that took place. Once the events had repeat perfectly with the armored undead leaving I left my spot and made my way back to my first undead again. Same position, same cloths, same everything.
I was started to believe that they would just repeat the same motions again and again. Heck even the stuff that was on the floor hadn't been moved all that much. For my final test I decided to kick the undead in the leg to see what would happen. The dude was chained up, and if it did react I could back away, close the cell door on it and just go back to my cell.
It was the safest way to test my theory. I didn't want to go walking around the armored undead, and since he was blocking literally the only way out I thought that this was my best bet.
I did a small kick, and nothing. Stronger kick, nothing. Put all my strength into the kick and still nothing. Wave my hands, tried talking to him but nothing. He jerked again which caused me to get startled but other than that it was the same. So, I made my way to my cell and again same events took place.
So, I was probably right. The undead only 'activated' to do certain things like a program. My guess was that as long as they didn't see you or something while they were 'active' mood then it was fine.
For the very last test I decided to poke my new friend. The test determined that he did nothing wasn't bothered by it, hell even me kicking him in the face didn't do anything. With my test completed I decided that I would leave. I waited for the armored undead to leave, before waiting about 15 seconds before opening the door.
He sat there dead as a doorknob on his chair, and I simply walked passed him, opened the door which I believed led to the outside and walked out like nothing happened.