In a small American town, within a busy factory, all seems well, to the outside eye, however within, a different story is being told. A terrible incident has occurred, injuring and even killing some of those inside. The managers run frantic, doing everything in their power to prevent information leaks, and removing those who would be considered to be *replaceable*.
??: "Mr Stanton, sir, what do you mean? I've worked for this company for almost 8 years! Now we're laying me off because I got injured on the job and need time off to recover?"
Mr. Stanton: "Kam, I told you well before this incident, that we can't afford anyone taking time off right now! We can't even afford to cover the treatment for your injury."
Kam: "what?!?! Sir, I've lost an arm, and I can't afford a medical bill, you know that! what do you mean the company can't even afford my treatment?"
Stanton: "I mean what I said!" Everytime one of you idiots get injured due to your own stupidity, it costs us money to treat you and fix anything you idiots broke! Whenever one of you call out, it threatens our production, which threatens the company's income!"
Kam: "So this is all about money? We get injured because of your own malfeasance, and it's our fault? It's our fault that the company won't take care of something as basic as treatment for injuries we sustain while working in this death trap?!?"
Stanton: "Yes! Now get out of my office before I call the police for trespassing, you're getting blood all over the floor!"
I'd had enough, I was about to leave and never look back, I couldn't care less if I could afford the treatment, I didn't want to die. then Mr. Stanton called out to me one more time.
Stanton: "Oh right, before you go, Don't go telling anyone about what happened here today. If I were you, I'd focus more on getting that arm fixed up, hahaha!"
After hearing that, with what strength I had left in my I slammed the office door and tried to make my way to the hospital.
*"Don't tell anyone"* like hell you greedy bastard, it's your fault this all hapoened to begin with! Ah! shit, why do I feel so numb all of sudden? my body is starting to get heavy.
Kam: "Dammit, I need to get to the hospital I can't die here, not like this!"
after limping for another half hour, blood still spilling from my injury, I noticed people staring at me, worried. A middle-aged woman then approached me to ensure my safety.
"Sir, are you ok, should I call an ambulance?"
Kam: "No, I'm fine, which way is the hospital?"
"it's another 30 minutes or so up the road if you keep walking straight, are you sure you don't need an ambulance?"
Kam: "Yeah, I couldn't afford one anyways, I'll just keep walking"."
I was gracious, but knew full well that I couldn't even cover the costs of the treatment, much less an ambulance. I kept limping to the hospital.
After about 25 minutes of limping, my body growing heavier with each step, I could see the hospital, I was so close to getting treated.
*Just you wait you greedy bastard, i'll make it through this and sue you and your horrible company for everything you're worth!* I thought to myself.
Then, it happened. I'd reached the door to the hospital, but right as I was about to open the doors, I couldn't move, my entire body was like a stone, unmoving. my vision was fading, and I could feel myself collapse onto the ground.
"This is it... huh?"
I could hear the cars roaring down the street getting fainter, and fainter, until I could hear nothing. Just silence.
*Is this death? Am I dead now?* I continued thinking to myself.
then it'd hit me. How could I be dead? I can still think, I can still hear my thoughts! There's no way I'm dead, right?
I still couldn't see anything aside from darkness, I couldn't feel anything, nor could I hear anything. perhaps I really am dead.
"♡□♧■○¿"
*Huh?*
Wait, I just heard something. I just heard a voice! I couldn't understand any of what they said though, am I actually dead? moments later I heard even more voices, though I still couldn't understand any of what they said
"$&%#(!"
"&%*#^'k!
The voices I heard sounded somewhat frantic. Is what happened to me happening to someone else? It didn't sound like any language I'd heard before though. Just where am I? I tried listening to the voices more intently this time.
"^$*%^."
"%^#(%^!"
They still sounded frantic, though some of the voices sounded somewhat calming. Then I heard what sounded like a woman in pain.
"aaaaaah!!!"
"$%#*%^!"
"$^#*%^&%."