I woke up for the second time on a cold floor, with barely any warmth to it sunlight touching my face. I looked around expecting to be in that prison room again, but instead found myself somewhere new. I was a attic, in a wooden house. There was some boxes, clothes, and other things that were spread out throughout the room. I went straight to the window that was at the end of the hall.
I needed to know exactly where I was, so that I could get to that bell house. Or church or whatever it was that was where the undead deemed safe from those demons. Looking outside I saw a medieval town, with wooden building, undead jerking then walking around like they were alive and the castle that sat on a small hill with a its stone wall surrounding it.
I didn't realize it at first, as I was in it but the castle was massive. You could easily make it out from far away. For a second I re-lived the memory, shook my head to get rid of the thought and decided to NEVER go there.
I kept looking and searching for another that looked like it would have a bell tower. A church, home, anything. I could barely make it out but far down the room looked like a church. It was to my left, behind building with undead walking down below.
There was no way I was sneaking pass so many undead. Between the maybe possibility of them hurting me and the, absolute guaranteed gruesome death. It was an easy pick. My target identified I made my way down the attic, down the stairs, passed rooms, and an undead family having food in their kitchen.
I ran as fast as my body was capable of doing. I didn't look back, not after what happened last time. Didn't try to see if any undead were following me, just ran to what I hoped was safety.
The road that I was on finally ended in a circle road. There was a fountain in the center of the circle road, with the a giant church or at least I think it was at the end of the road. Its design looked like a gothic church design with a bell tower in the middle of it.
I didn't care what it was church, home, castle, whatever the fuck it was it had a bell. Bells in this world were safe, or at least I hoped it meant safe.
Made my way past the fountain, up some set of stairs that lead to the entrance and opened the door. Or at least tried to open the doors. I couldn't get it open, it was the exact same as when I was in the castle. Nothing worked.
I don't know how long I tried to open it, but after some time I just gave up. I sat on the stairs next to the door and just sat there hands on my face. I looked up believing that I was going to die by the undead, but when I looked up they were doing the same thing. Doing the task, walking, engaging in conversation with empty air.
It was hard to believe but if you take away the obvious undead that walked around it was a nice place. Down the center path were buildings that were laid out in almost mathematically kind of way. Buildings, which I assumed were homes, facing parallel to each other ran down one of the road, all the way towards a giant gated wall. The fountain which was located at the middle of this center circle area of the road, was something I had never seen before in my life. It was a beautiful, clean, artistic-looking fountain. To the left was a shopping district, based solely on the fact that I saw undead buying stuff and trying to sell stuff. Not only that but it looked like a fantasy anime shopping district. The right side led what I believed was the noble district, with the castle being at the end of the road.
I just sat there looking, watching them. I heard their movements, their moans, and the other sounds that they made. The sunlight held just that little warmth. Just like a small campfire where you would gather around in the cold and the dark.
The campfire would grow weaker, and you would do anything to keep it going. But, unfortunately it would begin to die. Its warmth slowly fading until only baring embers remain. Then you started to feel that cold, started to know that the only thing keeping out the darkness and monsters was this little ember of a flame. Then even that ember of warmth started to go, and then there was nothing but the dark. The monsters that had been waiting for you, watching you now had free rain to come to you because that little light….little flame had died.
Just like that my little flame had turned to ember, then turned into that scary dark night. The church bell had rung just like before and the undead came running towards it. The church doors still wouldn't even budge, wouldn't move. I turned and saw the undead hoard running to me, and for the second time in my life died by being eaten alive.
I woke up in my bed, I didn't scream, didn't fuss. Just sat up from my bed and sighed. I felt something wet and realized that I had pissed on the bed.
Nothing to be done about it, the other children were getting up. Most of their looking at me.
My bunkmate had came down from the top bunk. He looked at me and said
"Oh…did you pee again? Last time they said you had a bad dream. Did you have a bad dream again"
I didn't bother answering him, just got up from the bed, got the dirty blanket and sheets. I proceeded to try and leave but one of the boys came up to me.
"Hey, new kid I hear you peed your bed and scream like a-
He didn't finish, I slowly put my stuff down and throat punched him. He stopped talking, fell down, there was grasp that could be heard. But, I simply picked up my stuff and walked away like nothing happened.
If this was me before I would never hit this kid, but in less than a week so much has happened to me. I died, lost everything my family, friends, girlfriend, my whole life…gone. Was stuck in this place, a ticking time bomb of a circle of hell just waiting to be unleashed. And, to top it off the last two days I saw and met undead, the devil, eaten alive twice and got a front row seat on what my afterlife would be like.
After all of that I was tried, didn't want to deal with bullshit kids and their dick measuring contest. Didn't want to deal with that crap. I just wanted to get my blankets, sheets, and clothes cleaned. That was all I wanted right now. Just a little bit of comfort, but no this kid had to say something, had to get in my way of comfort.
I was stopped again, but time there were a few older kids.
"HEY! You cant hit my friend like that. Y-You better apologize right now or else"
"Move"
"Not until you apologize…or…or I am going to hit you."
"MOVE"
The kid swung to punch me, and I didn't bother moving. What could possibly be more painful then the two deaths that I had experienced. The hit came, and my face moved from the force of his hit. I tasted a little blood, kid hit hard but I simply turn back to him and said
"Move, before I make sure that no one will recognize you and your friends."
"You're a creep"
"Yeah"
"Ryan was right about you"
"Stay away from us, you weirdo"
I made my way through the halls into the laundromat, got my stuff in the washer. Made my way to get new clothes and then processed to take a long shower. By the time I was back in my bed, in new clothes, and waiting for the washer one of the counselor came up to me.
"Max…Dr. Keckler would like to talk to you"
The journey there was quick and quiet. I didn't talk to him, and he didn't talk to me. I knew where to go, but why he was escorting me there I didn't know nor cared.
I finally got in the office, sat down on the chair and stared at this man. He stared back at me for some time before sighing.
"Max…this..punching. You know physical violence isn't tolerated here. Yesterday you were clearly having a panic attack, so we pushed the violence episode you had against our staff to the side. But, today again..this time with the other kids. That…Max…please focus on me. What can I do to help you"
"Help…me"
"Yes. Help you. Max Dr.Goodman said and believed that you were a good kid. Stated in this notes that you were fun, engaging and cooperative. He also said that you would made some friends with the patients and the staff members at the hospital, and would surely make friends here. But, max the last two days…I hope doesn't become common here."
"You? Help me…please. You wouldn't know the first thing, about the shit I have been through, done, seen. The..FUCKING HELL I have been through. YOU. KNOW.NOTHING! You sit in this fucking office, acting like you know shit. You..HA…don't know shit. Probably did this because you couldn't do anything else with your worthless fucking life. Fucking waste of space you are. Fucking proud of yourself? Seeing these kids running around in a FUCKING underground prison like a zoo. Fucking happy? You and everyone here…making me FUCKING sick. You worthless, piece of shit. Do the world a favor and go off yourself. I am sure your wife, and kids would be proud of you for it."
There was silence between us for a long time, before he again sighed reach for the phone and called. The phone rang for less than 5 seconds before someone answered
"Hello"
"Yes. This is Dr. Keckler, please add ***** medication to Max`s treatment plan…and increase the dose of his current medication"
"Yes, Doctor"
I stared at him, and chuckled.
"Fucking meds…you really are worthless."
"Max, usually when someone says hurtful things to us it can mean that they are hurting. People who are hurt, can say and do hurtful things. Max…please tell me what is hurting you. Why do you feel the need to describe this place as 'hell'? If you want a different provider let me know. I, and our staff our here to help you. Just tell us, tell me."
"Yeah, right"
And with that said I got up and left the room.