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As the sun hit his eyes William knew this could be no dream, the way he felt the sun trickle against his skin. This was real, it was all real.
But let's go back a little, further from where he is now just about here...
William had sat up a groan erupting from him as he reached a hand up to rub his forehead trying to soothe the headache that was forming. He blinked a few times as his vision cleared, looking over to the flowers he was originally touching before he had sat up.
They were dead. Dried and dark as if they hadn't been watered in weeks even though his best friend Jack from his job with the FBI had promised to water them every day while he was in this damned hospital bed. Wounded and bedridden.
He shook his head going to struggle against all the wires and tubes attached to him, ripping and pulling them out of his skin until he finally stumbled to his feet out of the hospital bed.
His hands gripped the transfusion stand beside him, leaning all his weight against it. His legs kept wanting to give out on him but he pushed his body, walking around the hospital bed and over to the door of the bland hospital room.
For a minute he struggled to get the knob to open, but he soon did, peaking around the door he realized a stretcher had been placed in front of his door. It seemed rather, dirty, with rust covering the bars of it and tons of debris from plants, and random pieces of medical equipment on it.
William blinked letting a shaky breath escape his chapped lips. He used his tongue to lick over them, his nose scrunching at the light sting from them being chapped for so long. He furrowed his brows lightly, pushing the stretcher out of the way as it slid a little, its wheels rusted and shaky. Then he opened the door the rest of the way and limped his way out into the hallway.
He looked around him, his brown eyes taking in the surroundings until he decided he must go forward.
As his body moved forward, an arm wrapped around his side, holding where he had been sliced a while back on the job. The very reason he is here. That and a small concussion he gained as well, but those were stories to be told later.
Possibly.
William kept his descent down the hallway for a good minute or so until he came to a desk.
He reached over immediately, his movements shaky yet certain of what to look for. He moved around the few items on the desk until he found some matches, taking hold of them and bringing them close as he struggled to light one.
But when he did he felt relief as his pupils shrunk and expanded after the small light had gone out. They will be useful for whatever has happened here, especially since it seems the lights here aren't hanging off much electricity.
He pushed himself off the desk, turning on one foot and going back to his descent.
That was until he passed two doors.
He tracked back and walked over to them, looking through the glass with zig-zag patterns engraved into it.
He felt a lump in his throat form, his body became tense and his breath was uneven.
Blueish-green eyes lay on the scene of a corpse of some young female it seems, it's as if someone had ripped her skin off and...ate it? That can't be right.
He shook his head, backing away from the scene and quickly turning back to his normal descent, but a faster paste now.
His hand reached up and gripped onto the open hospital gown that showed a bandaged wounded below his abdomen. His chest was exposed but nobody was around to see it, nobody alive that is.
He took a deep breath as he came to the end of the hallway and found a door. There was writing on the boarded-up thing.
'𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉'.
William furrowed his brows lightly blinking as he saw the scene in front of him, but his eyes trailed down to the cracks between the two doors. A few moans and groans were heard behind, but not the type you'd think, the type that comes from pain.
William tilted his head slightly seeing a grotesque hand slip through, doing its lazy best to try and move the board holding the two doors closed.
William pursed his lips, mentally cursing himself for doing so, feeling the light sting return. His tongue automatically ran over his lips again to calm the sting.
He let out a shaky breath turning on one foot and heading down to the left of him deeper into the other hallway. His eyes flickered upward seeing a sign read '𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂'.
Good. Maybe he’d be able to escape this nightmare.
The hand that was gripping his gown reached down and grabbed the matches out of his pocket as he neared the door. He then lit one and opened the door, a click came from the door as it was opened. William walked through letting the door close behind him with two soft clicks, then went down to descend the stairs as he lit a match to help see where he was going.
After about two or three flights of them, William was rather exhausted but he pushed through lighting another match after it went out, he raised it seeing '𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚃' on a white sign up above him.
He felt relief as he went and pushed against the door budging it open until he hissed lightly under his breath feeling the sun hit his eyes.
He closed his eyes tightly dropping the match as it went out along with the small empty box.
He rubbed his face as he stood there for a minute, taking in the feeling of the sun.
As the yellows rays hit his eyes, William knew this could be no dream.
The way he felt the trickle of its heat against his skin. This was real, it felt real.
He licked his lips before he decided going home seemed best. To find his wife and child, to find home.