User blog:Stormlilly/X. Making up your mind, you head towards the light. The gloaming darkness from before slowly fades...

And more then ever, you feel as if you've made the right decision. The source of the light is what seems to be a repurposed reception room - no, you correct yourself. A room designed to look as it if were a reception room. A holder for magazines has been set out - stuffed full of paper towels and more torn pages, the letters undecipherable.

Your elation fades as you behold the most prominent feature of the room - the huge, gunmetal grey door, chained and locked. Your fists slam into the door time and again, each time growing weaker as the dull pain in your shoulder throbs. Closing your eyes tightly shut, you scream - scream to the unanswering earth that rises around you, the silent room, and the figure watching you from the shadows.

But nothing happens. The figure - real, or imagined? - does not attack you, the earth does not shatter... The gate remains unopen. You are  trapped here. And you will not escape by yelling. Sighing, you rise to your feet, only for them to tumble out from under you. Your breathing comes heavier every second as you slowly realize that you're losing blood.

The entire right side of your body is numb.

The only reason you can tell it exists are the pretty droplets of crimson now staining the floor, as something vibrant and green pries itself free.

As you lose consciousness from lack of blood and oxygen, you wonder if it is your fate to be stuck in a place like this, as you hear something shuffle up to you, and slowly drag you back down the chamber from whence you came - so close to escape...

BAD END