Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 16:04:51 GMT -5
Roy woke up groggy. His senses were dulled by a fog of fear. His skull throbbed lightly as blood stained the back of his head. The hair at the back of his head was mated and dripping coated crimson. Cracking open his eyes he tried to piece together the world around him. His surroundings were new. The first thing he noticed was that he could not move his arms. They were extended above his head. Chained to the wall behind him. The wall had mounted on it two anchor rings. The rings secured him. Attached to the rings were two pairs of handcuffs. One for each hand. The cuffs restrained him, digging uncomfortably tight into his wrists. "What the hell?" He groaned out foggy and weak as he struggled against his bindings.
His fear grew. His eyes tried to adjust to the dark environment. Things seemed to creep down the walls. It was as if the walls were alive and moving. What he was seeing was bugs crawling along the walls. It was to dark to see what was happening, but light enough for him to see the movement. A rat scurried across the floor in front of him. It stopped and looked at Roy a moment. It's nose twitched irritated as he tried to figure out who this stranger was inside his dark world. It offered him a tiny squeak and set off on it's merry way. It scurried away into the darkness and left Roy alone and confused.
Roy's breathing was rapid and shallow. The thick air around him seemed to swim down his throat and threaten to strangle him from within. Roy groaned and flexed tired, aching muscles against the constricting ties. The only thing his efforts earned him was fresh pain screaming through his swollen, bloody wrists. Dried blood ran in streaks from both nostrils. It stained his face dark and crusted. His wild fearful eyes searched desperately for answers in the dark chasm but came up with nothing but silence. "Hello?!?!?" Roy screamed loudly. It was a struggle to keep the panic from his voice. The only thing that answered him back was growls from the dark. Roy knew those growls. Those were walkers. Where the fuck was he?!?!? He didn't call out again. Roy was afraid that his next words would see him having his throat torn out and devoured.
Instead Roy struggled against the cuffs. His teeth grinded together as he put every bit of strength he had into the impossible. He knew it was hopeless but he couldn't just sit there. This was going to end badly for him. He had no idea where he was, but he knew he wasn't safe. That was painfully stupidly obvious. Roy's heart was racing. His shirt was cut and sliced in random places. His neck showed signs of bruising as did his wrists and face. The dried blood under his nose had dried to look like a Hitler mustache as his hair hung in his eyes.
Roy heard moving in the dark. He held his breath. Every thought he had was bent on staying alive. Don't make a sound! He told himself. He couldn't stop his heart from beating thunderously. It thump thumped in his chest and echoed in his inner ears. It sounded like a war drum announcing his own demise. This is it? This is how I die? Alone in a dark room with no hope of fighting back?!? Roy wanted to cry out again. Maybe someone would hear him and offer help, but he knew no help was coming. Not in a place like this. He didn't even know what 'a place like this was.' He only knew it wasn't somewhere he wanted to be.