I slowly opened my eyes only to see metal bars. I looked around, Chris was against the wall, presumably still asleep and Blotter was curled up in a ball muttering some shit about nothing being real. I slowly stood up to try and get a feel for my environment, I slid on my glasses. The walls were grey concrete; there were a few benches in our large locked cell, if I had to guess I’d say we were dragged here. I walked up to the bars and took hold, with everything I had I pushed against them, but to no avail. In my frustration I punched the wall, all that caused was a bleeding hand. I walked over to chris and kicked him “Get up! Get up and look at this shit!” I yelled “Nothing real. Nothing real. Nothing real.” Blotter droned on “Shut up!” I yelled. “Eh what I…WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCKING FUUUCK!!!” Chris said upon waking “Good, you’re awake now.”
I sat on the bench and looked around again, there was a corpse sitting in the corner. It appeared fresh, hadn’t even got maggots yet. It was thin, I’m guessing he died of starvation, as I thought about it I heard a far off door open. A tall angry looking asshole stepped through the door to the hallway near the cells, he had what looked like a fifteen year old girl slung over his shoulder. He opened the door and threw her in “Play nice faggots.” He walked away with all the authority of someone who knew he held all the cards. I shook the girl assuming she was sleeping, she shook even more, she was crying. “What did he do?” I asked as non-threatening as possible “That….That bastard killed my parents and took me here!” She barely managed to say that much before breaking back down again.
I stood up again, I looked around for some means of escape but there was only one door and no windows. I looked around frantically, maybe if I could find my bass I could bash down the….iron. “Fuck! My katana is gone!” I heard Chris angrily scream “Nothing real. Nothing real. Nothing real.” Blotter droned on. I’ve had it! I grabbed him by his collar and stared into his eyes, they had turned black. Something tells me weed isn’t the heaviest thing he’s ever done. “NOTHING REAL!” He screamed, pushing me, I got knocked clear into the bars, fucker was strong. I think I passed out again…
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