"Where am I?" Thomas woken up in a room with several ways to go but all the ways looked similar to the room he was in.
The rooms were wraped in mono-yellow wallpaper with moist carpet on the ground.
All around the room and further, an extremely loud buzzing sound of fluorescent lights was accompanying otherwise a deep silence, a deadly silence which was almost creepy.
"Hello? Is someone here?" Thomas asked, slightly scared, but the only response he gets was a buzzing sound of the lights thats started to be really annyoing.
"Well, I should probably move or I'll end up in nut house from this buzz" Thomas got up from the ground and looked around. Next to him lied his Colt M-1911 but something must have happened with it when he got here because it looked weird.
"Fuck, the entire reloding mechanism is broken. The inside spring must have twisted somehow" spoke Thomas as he looked at his gun he grabed from the ground but from the habit, he checked the gun's magazine.
"Five more rounds" he spoke to himself and tucked his weapon into the sheet behind his back.
Putting his hand to the left pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and take out one from it.
Litting it up with his lighter that needs gasoline to work, he showed the two items back into his jeans left pocket.
As he inhaled the smoke, the lights near him flickered slightly.
"I should probably go already" he said to himself. The flickering light above him was filling his mind with bad wibe which was almost already on a verge of headache so he quickly moved towards one of the ways to leave this messed up version of hell.
...
After walking for like an eternity, Thomas pulled out his phone and looked at the time which showed 19:40 P.M.
"I walked only twenty minutes?!" Thomas faced-palmed and looked in front of himself in disbelieve.
"This place is tricking my mind"
*Boom
Thomas quickly turned at the sudden sound and saw the end of the hallway he came from fully black.
*Boom *Boom
As he continued to look, the fluorescent lights were exploding one after another, filling the hallway he came from with darkness.
"What the fuck is this?!" he shouted and started running as the lights started exploding faster behind him.
After few steps, he triped over his own leg and falled on his chest but when he quickly turned and was ready to punch anything what was comming to get him, nothing was there.
What was more surprising was that the lights were back again like nothing from what he saw never happened.
"I'm must loosing my mind!" Thomas got up and as he patted his clothes, he looked to the side and saw an arrow made by black spray-paint on one of the walls, leading him in straight path towards a wall where the way turns left and the arrow is pointing behind the corner.
"Finally, there must be someone who can explain to me what the fuck is happening" Thomas, filled with new hopes after wandering in this place for some time, started walking again.
...
Following the arows that leaded him to shorter halls and smaller rooms each time he takes a turn, Thomas felt a bad feeling about his decision. The rooms and hallways had weirdly shaped pillars of the yellow walls standing in the middle or on sides of the rooms, one is thin and long, other is short but wide and others are reaching only to Thomas' knees.
"Who builds this shit?" he spoke to himself because that was the only way he could distract himself from the annyoing buzzing lights.
And of course, the messages our spray-paint guy was leaving behind helped too, well, not for too long.
The messages were basic at first like, how the man get there or what he felt like after some time wandering around this messed up place. All of them were written on the walls like small remnants of reality he didn't wanted to let go.
But later, the halls and walls started being painted by messages like.
"This way my child"
"This is the new world we were made to find. Will you be a part of it?"
"We are all doomed to wonder this hell forever"
"Come, this is a salvation" and other fucked-up stuff like paintings of a children playing together or doors in the middle of the walls.
"This is starting to getting pretty fucked up" Thomas spoke while holding his head with his left hand, feeling an incredible headache that was preventing him from thinking straight for almost an hour now.
All hope he had before was gone now and the only way to find something 'normal' was to follow this spray-paint guy who was leading him deeper and deeper to this mono-yellow insanity.
...
Looking at his phone, Thomas opened his eyes wide. He was following the arrows and messages of the spray-paint guy for almost twelve hours.
"Ivan... if I ever find you... you are a dead man" Thomas was breathing heavily as he mumbled the same words over and over again while walking slowly, leaning against the walls, tired.
In that moment, he turned to the right and found a man lying on the ground.
"Huh?" this change woke him up and gave him a little strengh.
With slow steps, Thomas aproached the guy on the ground who was lying on his chest.
Turning the dead corpse on his back, the man, the skeleton to be correct, was holding tightly his spray and a flashlight.
Thomas pulled the flashlight and the spray out of the corpse's skeleton hands and looked forward.
The lights in the section in front of him were red and on the carpet was painted a big 'X' symbol with a massage 'Danger'.
"Danger? What can be there?" Thomas started being filled with questions as he turned on the flashlight which at first time flickered and died.
"Work you piece of shit!"
The flashlight flickered again and started working after Thomas slamed his hand against it a few times.
With a slight fear of seeing something he wasn't prepared for, Thomas slowly turned behind but all he saw was a wall few meters away from him and a turn to left.
"I'm not going back" he spoke as he turned forward and started walking to the red section with his flashlight.
...
This place was even worse for Thomas and he was cursing himself for comming there after an hour.
The buzzing sound was stronger, the flashlight was acting strangely in some parts of this red section and growing bad feeling was everything Thomas felt each time he walked towards another corner.
Surprisingly, he was not lost and was using the spray-paint he taked from the corpse.
Because the paint was black, it was harder to see it but for that, he had a flashlight.
After looking to all rooms and hallways, he end up in a dead end.
"FUCK! All of this for nothing!" *Punch
Thomas punched the wall in front of him and with depresed expresion, he turned his back to it, sliding towards the ground.
"Why is this happening to me?" he was on verge of mental breakdown.
"NO! There must be something here I missed. I didn't went this far for nothing!" he got up from the ground with determination and suddenly, with his peripheral vision, he saw a slight movement in the distance.
Quickly turning and pointing the flashlight at the direction of the movement, he saw nothing... only a message written with black sray on the wall.
"How come I didn't saw it before?" he said and, comming slowly closer, he read.
"Listen to the sounds~"
"WHAT?! That's all? ... What do you mean by-... huh?" Thomas looked to the side and heard the buzzing sounds of the lights but, there was one light that was buzzing quite strong, extremely strong.
Comming to it, the light suddenly exploded, and then another and another and another, comming towards him.
Thomas didn't wasted any time and started running, passing the wall where the message was written, saying to 'listen to the sounds' but this time, the wall was clear with nothing except the ugly mono-yellow wallpaper which thanks to the lights looked red like the other walls.
Ignoring the wall, even when he thought it was strange, Thomas followed the path he marked as escaped rute back to the yellow section, just to be safe, and after five minutes of running through the corridors, hallways and rooms, he left the red section and was back in the yellow madness as the last red light behind him exploded and covered the entire section with darkness.
"That was close" Thomas said and leaned against the wall, feeling a slight hunger and extreme thirst.
But only then it 'kicked' him. The place where he was now looked different.
He looked around and instead of a big wall that should be in front of him, was a hall with a wooden door on it's end.
"What the- How is this even possible?" he asked himself, but quickly started walking towards the wooden door with new hope in his painfull and exhausted mind.