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I awoke on a graveled ground, tiny stones brushing against my cheek. There was a headache behind my eyes, and my body ached in every place. I attempted to get up, I got as far as onto my elbows before falling back down. I impacted the gravel HARD.
I looked around as much as I could from my prone position; I could make out two stone brick walls to my left and right. They seemed to go as far as I could see, the room was filled with a sickly white fog. No, wrong word; mist... wispy and white, the mist rose higher than I could see. The room smelled like fresh blood.
After laying in that position for what seemed like hours; I mustered the strength, and hauled myself onto my feet. My legs were sore, and my jeans were torn. As far as I could tell, I was wearing a read t-shirt, with a purple sweatshirt over it. And I wasn't wearing any shoes.
Where the hell am I? - I thought to myself.
“HELLO????” I yelled into the mist. Minutes past. No answer.
I walked a few paces, I couldn't see more than three feet ahead of me. I can to a turn, right. I walked around the corner. I moved through the way for a few more turns. I reached a fork, left or right.
A maze? – I questioned myself in my mind.
Just as I began to make my way through the nest turn, I could make out a dark figure shambling through the fog.
“HELLO????” I yelled into the mist again.
The figure stopped in it's tracks.
“Hello???” I could just make out the voice.
I walked a few paces until I could see the figure more clearly. When I got close enough, I could tell it was a boy,skinny, about 5' 4”, chocolate brown skin wearing round wire rimmed glasses. He was wearing a red plaid shirt and overalls. I don't think he was wearing shoes either, but I wasn't going to ask him.
So I've run into Steve Erkil of all people – thought to myself
“Oh my god a person,” he finally said, out of breath. “I've been wandering in this maze for hours, I thought I'd never find anyone.”
Upon closer inspection, I could see that his pant's and shirt were torn up as well. What could that mean? Did we both get in here the same way?
“What's your name man?” I asked him
He paused, drew a breath.
“My name is Chester Morris Jr. - but you can call me Chess.”
I extended my hand,
“Eli Jones,” he shook my hand with a firmer grip than I had expected.
“How did we get in here?” I asked him.
He drew another breath, “I couldn't tell you man.”
We walked for a while through the fog every once awhile I would swear I could see something out of the corner of my eye. Then I would dismiss it as the fog playing tricks on me. But I don't think it was playing tricks on me.
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