You fall for a few seconds before bolting upright. Your in a large room with familiar cots lining the opposite wall. You are also in one of these cots, they're beds, hospital bed. Uncomfortable and made of metal. Yes that must mean you woke up, it was all a dream...
You look around more calmly and notice the state of the room, there's a gaping gap in the roof, fallen bricks litter the floor beneath. Air flows through unevenly, catching against the hole in the roof and whipping around the room and countless random machines and obstacles that are in its path including you. The air assaults your face for a while before it dies down
The room is dark and plants litter and wreath around the ragged walls of the room. You definitely aren't in the same hospital, wherever this is you need to escape and you know it. You slide off of the bed, something hard and long sends a warm painful sensation through your foot, the pain spreads quickly. You wrench your foot back onto the bed and look at it warily. You feel yourself pale, raw unfiltered agony pulses through your body as you see what the sensation was in your foot. A metal spike, perhaps part of one of the cots missing their metal headboard, has been driven halfway through your foot. It bleeds sending crimson ichor splashing around you and staining the dusty white bedding of the cot your sitting on.
"Shit," you hiss through bared teeth, gripping your foot wnile rocking precariously on the cot, wobbling in pain and discomfort. You reach tentatively for the still embedded metal spike.
The fist touch sends a flash of hot agony through your foot and leg, the appendage twitching away from you in an almost animalistic tendency to run. The pain is a mix of red hot and anger. The two forces mixing to create a painful cocktail for your foot and leg to drink.
Pain continues to lance through you as you manage to grip the blood slick metal spike that is poking out of your foot. The hot splash of blood trickles down your hands like a waterfall.
Preparing yourself you tear the spike from your foot, unfortunately the quick movement compromises your balance, your body wobbles dangerously, ass sliding down the sheets before you inevitably topple forwards.
Air rushes past your face, the walls grow blurry as your face plummets towards the floor, something is sticking out of the ground where your face is going to land... its another metal spike, sharpened end aimed at your face in a life ending placement. Your arms shoot out to catch yourself. The palms of your hand connects with the cold floor, the spike less than an inch from your eye, the reflective metal piece glinting menacingly in the half light.
You push yourself up, your foot throbs, your arms buckle due to the sudden jab of pain and you collide with the metal spike.
Luckily (or unluckily) it misses your face but unluckily the spike has pierced through your neck. A bright explosion of pain flares through your throat, thick and agonizing waves of pain shock your system in a matter of milliseconds. The soft flesh of your throat has opened for the metal spike, the penetration feeling soft and wrong, a tiny protrusion blocking your throat lightly. Then you feel it the automatic breathing suddenly stops, your eyes widen in shock and absence of oxygen, you try to pull in big thick breaths of oxygen in a futile attempt at life. All you feel is a thick sucking sensation (like trying to drink a thick milkshake through an already half full straw) as a disgusting gurgling sound starts up.
Blood floods your mouth from below, filling your throat and mouth unpleasantly, drowning you in your own life. You gurgle and cough violently, swallowing on reflex in an attempt to clear your blocked and backed up airway.
The blood splatters across the floor as you cough and swallow and gulp like a fish out of water, blood floods out of your nose in thick rivers of red liquid, it tastes like a repulsive mixture of salt and iron while smelling like copper.
The constant coughing drags more blood into your lungs, by trying to live you are unknowingly killing yourself as the thick liquid is dragged into your bronchi.
Your head becomes loud with the sound of bubbling and wheezing as you try to breath. The loud thumping of your own heart can be heard in your ears as your blood pressure spikes due your panicking. Your heartrate increases which only serves to kill you faster. Your vision tunnels dangerously as dark spots dance in your eyes from a mix of blood loss and the lack of oxygen.
The worst part as you struggle with the pain and fear is the certainty that fills your head. The certainty that with every cough and wheeze brings you closer and closer to death, every violent gurgle, every desperate breath only serving to bring you closer to your own demise. This knowledge is scarier than the actual spike being in your throat because every desperate survival attempt is simply bringing you closer to drowning. Every gurgling sounds sends chills down your spine as you realize you're dying and trying to survive is making you die quicker and more painfully.
Your eyes stare almost sightlessly at the open door and the shadows dancing beyond it, wondering how you had died so quickly and you haven't even left the room, how you haven't even made it fully out of the hospital cot/bed. The thoughts running through your head are a mix of fear and regret, of anger and terror. The dual feelings of shame and an almost peaceful clarity that comes with being so close to a death more violent than your previous one.
The world goes black as the spots finally take over the rest of your vision, blinding you and pulling you into death's embrace once more.
A voice echoes in your head, "First attempt failed, loading second attempt," the voice is like an AI system's, "nine days, twenty-three hours, fifty-eight minutes and twenty seconds remaining out of the allotted ten days."