The moment feeling came back into her body, her eyes darted awake. Lillia groaned, clutching her hands in fists as a sharp aching pain grew in her stomach. This is not good. Straining her eyes to see on the darkness she could only make out shapes and shadows.
Fighting the pain from her arms, she sat up on the hard bed, a nauseating feeling swept over her. As her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness the features of the room became clearer.
It looked almost like a hospital, except all the lights were off and there were no windows in the large room. Strange. There were a couple more empty beds and no sign of any nurses or doctors, or even a sign that this place was in use.
She pulled the duvet cover off her and swung her legs out of the bed. She looked down at her body to see only a short white gown hanging from her losely. She cringed at the thought someone would have had to undress her, telling herself that it was probably just so they could clean her wounds. She pulled the gown up slightly to reveal a set of bandages wrapped around her stomach, with blood soaking through. Her long brown hair hung messily down her back, that too was stained with blood and damp with lingering sweat.
Wherever this place was she didn't like it. It was too cold, too dark and way too empty.
She began walking across the wooden floor, clutching her stomach in pain. She had no idea where she was going or what she was going to do. Even if she managed to escape from here, she wouldn't exactly fit in with the busy streets wearing a hospital gown and most likely a face covered in blood and bruises. Despite all this the girl kept walking, her eyes fixed on the large wooden door at the front of the room, which by the looks of it was the only way out.
A damp smell drifted up her nostrils as she pulled on the dark door. It swung open, creaking against the floor as it did so revealing another dark corridor scattered with many similar dark doors. She help her breath listening for the sound of movement, but this place was just as deserted as the hospital room.
"Hello?" She tried to call out, her voice only breaking. She coughed quietly and called out again. As expected, nobody replied. Her mind drifted back to all the times she'd been annoyed at movie characters for calling out with the murderer hiding behind them. She looked over her shoulder for reassurance at the empty corridor behind her. Why was her life starting to look like the opening for a horror film?
Her eyes darted around the walls which were made of large grey stones coated in a thick layer of dark wallpaper, peeling away in some places. Like the hospital room there were no windows, or any sign that there had once been any. Who designs a place with no windows?
She stopped walking when she reached the first wooden door in the hallway. It was slightly smaller than the last one but looked as if they were made at the same time. The wood had once been delicately engraved in swirls and patterns, however now was peeling away from years of rot.
Every instinct of hers told her not to open the door, she was trying to escape, not get captured again. But the possibility of that door being the way out made her open it. She pushed forwards on the door, expecting it to swing open like the other one did. After pulling on the handle she let out a heavy sign. It was locked.
She began walking quickly to the next door which was only a couple of steps away on the other side of the corridor. Her bare feet squeezed across the polished floor, leaving patterns in the dust. She pushed on that one as well, but it did not open. Am I seriously going to try every door I come across?
Just as she was about to walk to the next door something cold touched her shoulder. Her mouth opened to scream but no sound came out. Instead she just looked over her shoulder and stared at what she saw...