The Inevitable Stage 2

Stage 2

It was a hallway. The floor and sides were tan, and the ceiling was padded with white and the occasional light replaced a spot. There were also slick deep brown doors inside the hall, and one at the end. I didn't see any numbers on the doors, they were all unassigned.

I turn my head to look behind me, only to see that the elevator was no longer there, only a tan wall. I didn't remember ever stepping out of the elevator. Unless I did without knowing...

I groan, feeling pissed off. With nowhere else to really go, I head for the first door. I try twisting the knob, only to find it doesn't turn all the way. Locked. What did I expect? No way this... place would just let me waltz on inside a room. I go to try the other door, which is symmetric with the door I just tried.

The doorknob twists, and the door creaks open. Behind it, was nothing. Just black. I nearly step inside before my brain clicks the fact that I can't move forwards. Like last time when I tried to step off the road, I can't. I close the door, and turn to the other doors. I have nothing better to do, anyways.

About four doors later, two locked, the other two just empty with a darkness. There was one door left, at the end of the hall. The other doors had been positioned against the side, this door however, was against the wall that was symmetric with were the elevator was. The knob turns with ease, and as I expect behind it to be black nothingness, instead I find a balcony.

It was painted white, and hanging off the edge. Underneath it was more black nothingness. It seemed like I was two stories high, and what-not. I turn around, only to find the door had closed, and the door was no longer a sleek brown but a bright white. The door's handl...

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was familiar. Hadn't I heard it before?

Tap.

I use the driver's empty seat to help myself up, and I begin to look around the bus.

Tap.

It was a prison bus. Not that I've ever seen one, just the shackles and caged wall was a huge clue to what type of bus this was.

Tap.

Luckily, the bus was empty, and the cage-door-thing was unlocked as well.

Tap.

When I get done thinking about how the bus, I begin to remember what happened moments ago.

Tap.

I am dead, aren't I? Every has been saying they're dead too. So how am I here, if I am dead? Am I just a wandering spirit now? In some kind of limbo?

Tap.

I need to escape. I can escape right? God, I wish I would've done things differently. Am I here because I deserve it?

Tap.

I drag myself to one of the seats and sit down, thinking deeply.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.