Ten Days In Hell

An innocent man labelled as 174920 is locked up in a facility. Can he escape? This story contains, strong language and disturbing violence.

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9. Day Ten: A New Mission

Over the ninth day, many victims of the facility had died of heat exhaustion, but they didn't die in vain. At long last they could be free and not have to worry about anymore chaos in their lives. As for me, I was being as strong as I could, so that I could make it home again. It was now, day ten, and I was begging that soon all of us would see a helicopter or city today, otherwise we all will die.

Every once and awhile, we'd stop and rest for about an hour then we would walk another two or three miles, and stop again. We all had to find civilization soon or we'd all die of either heat exhaustion or dehydration. None of us had slept since the night before the facility was destroyed, except me; I hadn't slept in over three days, so I was tired and groggy. The heat and lack of hydration were not helping either, so I was struggling to stay awake and barely had enough energy left to walk less than a mile. My ally would try to help me push forward, telling me that I had a reason to stay alive, which was true. I wasn't going to stop until I was home again.

I sat down next to my ally, and stared at the sky, almost dead. "Hard to believe that the reason I got into this mess in the first place, was because of me being an ass to the general in the military."

"What do ya mean by that?"

"The warden, all along, was my general in the military."

"No way!"

"It's true. He's the reason I'm here."

"Well, if you didn't ever come to that place, all of us would still be eating scraps."

"That's true, so I guess it was a good thing that I was put there."

"Yes, and all of us will find a way back to civilization."

"My time is drawing near, because I haven't ate or drank anything in days, and I haven't slept for two nights. My energy is very low, while yours is higher. Truly, I don't think I can make it any further."

"Don't say that. Come on! You didn't go through all that shit, just to succeed then not survive long enough to see your family again. Unlike you, my spouse and children are all dead by now. I can die out here with no complains, despite this place not being the best resting place. I'll die soon anyways, because my body can't survive for any longer."

"How can I survive any longer? Unless a plane or helicopter were to show up right now, I'll never make it. The heat is too much to bear, and as much as I try, I can't force my body any further then it can go."

"Be bold and strong, just like you were in the facility. You wasn't going to give up at all. You set a goal on escaping, and look at what you accomplished. In just nine days, you were able to annihilate all the guards, and even the warden on top of that. You escaped from hell, and destroyed it as well, therefore you have what it takes to make it back to your family."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. Now, become that bold and indestructible badass that you were in the facility."

"You're right! I can't give up!"

"That's more like it. Now. Go to your family."

"What about you?"

"I'm finished. I am glad to have met you, my friend. Thank you for freeing all of us from that place."

"It was my pleasure. Good bye, friend. Rest, peacefully." He grabbed my hand, and shook it as a symbol of friendship. I released my hand from his grip, then rosed from the ground and began to walk out into the unknown. "Rest in peace, all of you." I moved on further into the terrain.

I had walked about a mile or ever further then that, when I decided to stop for a moment to catch my breath. The midday sun beamed down on me, causing sweat to shed from my glands. How could I possibly be sweating, when I hadn't had any water in my system for days? At this point, I could care less. All I wanted to do was find civilization, which had to be close, seeing I had walked over thirty miles from the facility.

Once I caught my breath, I moved onward into the rigorous terrain, which was unknown to me. As I walked, I just kept thinking of what my friend had said to me, to keep me going. He inspired me to not give up, even when the odds are against you, and to not stop, until I had reached my final destination. It was his final effort, before he passed away, and I wasn't going to let him down. I wasn't stopping for anything. The only time I'll stop is when I find my way back home.

I had walked over twenty miles, since I stopped last and felt like my bones were made of Jello. My breathing was starting to weaken, causing me to start coughing, and each time I coughed, blood came up. My body was reaching its breaking point, and starting to shut down. Despite my friend's last words pushing me further, I was done. I collapsed to the ground, and slowly, my eyes started to shut to an eternal slumber.

My eyes peeked open, only to be blinded by lights. What the hell? Where was I? I opened my eyes wide open, and saw that I was in a bed. Next to me was a heart monitor, which was monitoring my heartbeat, which was strangely, normal. An IV was in my right hand, and my mouth was covered by an oxygen mask. I was in a local hospital, but where was I, exactly? Was I in my hometown's hospital, or was I somewhere completely different.

A doctor entered my room, with a needle in his hand. He didn't notice I was awake, until he turned toward me.

"You're awake. That's good, because we thought we had lost you."

"Where am I?"

"Brickmore Hospital, and you are very lucky to be alive."

"How was I found?"

"A local resident was walking along the Shara Desert, taking pictures for a magazine. He noticed you on the ground, and immediately, called 911. You were nearly dead, but we were able to revive you."

"How bad was I?"

"You were in critical condition. Your blood pressure was dangerously low, your heartbeat was faded, and your organs were starting to shut down. We have been hydrating you through your IV, and cooling you down with ice packs."

"That's very bad."

"May I ask how you ended up out there in the first place?"

I paused. Wondering if I should tell him the truth or make up some excuse. "If I told you the truth, you would never believe me."

"Why were you out there?"

"I was locked up in a secret facility underground and went through hell to escape."

"Are you a convict?"

"No. I served our country for over twenty years. I was forced there for dumb reasons. I was able to escape, and destroy the place, along with other victims of the facility."

"There was something on the news about the discovery of a facility that had been demolished. Also, bodies were found throughout the desert."

"That's it."

"Thanks for letting me know. Get some rest."

The doctor exited the room, then shut the door. I went to close my eyes, but immediately, stopped. "How could he know about the facility? It was built in secrecy, so he couldn't know." I could hear chatter outside my room, and heard something that shocked me.

"It's him. The one that escaped, but this time he won't get away."

I knew now that what the general said, was true. You'll never escape. You will be hunted down. I removed the IV from my hand, and removed the oxygen mask from my face. I jumped out of the bed, and quickly, looked around for something that I could defend myself with. The only thing I saw was a couple of needles on a table on the far side of the room, so I rushed to the needles and grabbed them, and waited at the door, so I could strike the doctor.

The handle of the door started to turn, so I readied myself for the worst. The doctor opened the door and walked in. "Okay, Mr... Before he could speak again, I shoved both the needles in both sides of his neck, and injected whatever was in the tubes into his bloodstream. He fell to the ground, and died instantly. I went to exit the room, but was stopped by two men dressed just like the guards from the facility. Before I could react in defense, I was shot with tranquilizing darts. I fell to ground, and as my eyes started to shut, I was dragged out of the room.

I woke up in the back of a truck, and rose to my feet. I was being as quiet as possible, which was no need, because the radio was up so loud, I could barely hear myself thinking. There was no doubt of where the truck was going. They were taking me to another facility to be locked up forever, with no hope of escape. "No. I refuse to go back!" Out of my frustration, I rammed my body into the side of the truck with all my strength, which alerted the driver of the truck. However, before the driver could speak a word or threat, I rammed my body into the side of the truck again. This time, the force from my body caused the truck to tip.

I braced myself for impact, as the truck collided off the side of the road. The truck rolled at least three times, causing the back of the truck to break to bits. The truck rolled two more times, then finally, came to a stop. I rose to my feet, and walked to the back of the truck, where the door was located. With all my might, I kicked the door open, causing the door to go flying outside the truck. I exited the back of the truck, and started walking to the front of the truck, which was tipped on its side. The driver was dead and his blood stained the entire cockpit.

I grabbed the driver's gun and knife, then shot at the gas line under the truck, until it started to leak. I placed the gun in my pocket, along with the knife in the other pocket, and started to walk down the road farther and farther. Behind me, I heard the truck explode, but I just kept walking. Once I was far enough away from the truck, I stopped.

"I can't trust anyone. Not even my wife, because I know she's the one who told them where I was. This war will end with me as the victor, no matter what it takes. In memory of my friends from the facility, I'll destroy ever single one." I walked down the road, ready to end the madness once and for all, no matter the cost.

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