Fucking hell.
I groaned, opening my eyes to see where exactly the fuck I am. Scanning my surroundings I saw nothing but the darkness staring back at me and the sound of the wind howling. I groaned again and I felt blood trickle down my face and just then I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head.
"Where the fuck am I? I asked myself, like if anyone is going to fucking answer. Making no effort to get up, still pressing my palm against my wound, which may I add hurts like a bitch.
After realizing that sitting down and staring into the darkness won't do me any good, I tried getting up.
Keyword: TRIED.
I slip and fell, the feeling of something moist against my skin. Just then I smelt the rancidness of the room, I know for a fact that it's a room because I can't see stars nor the moon, no sun, no rain, just the howling of the wind and my best bet that I'm in blood but who's blood? The fuck I know. I shook the feeling off that I might be surrounded by dead bodies and got up finally.
Now that I've finished my task of getting up like some fucking 70-year-old, I look for any sign of light, nothing. Looking for my phone, you won't believe it, it's not fucking there. Groaning again, I heard faint noises, debating whether or not I should let them know I'm alive or hide but where the fuck am I going to hide if I cant see shit.
The sound of metal hitting together brought me out of my worry and the door slide open and moonlight entering the space that I am in, I held my breath as I saw some boxes a little behind me so I quickly but quietly hide behind the boxes. I was at the back of whatever the fuck I'm in so they won't be checking here, I think.
As the door opens more, letting in more light I realized that I'm in a fucking container, are you shitting me? How did I end up here? I honestly don't remember shit but I know I have to get out of here. Get out and get back to them and find out how the fuck I ended up here.
Focusing my attention back on the men who are not too far from me, I can't make how many of them are there because I barely keep one eye open.
"We were told to burn everything in this container, leave no traces.", a man spoke. The other grunted in response, while another reply, "we cannot burn a container without raising suspicions to the cops."
"Well then its a good thing the boss has them in his pockets," the first man replied, I recognized it because of the first time he spoke, his voice is clearer and deeper than the other two.
They turned and left leaving the door open I know they will be back soon so I quickly stood up, taking this as my chance to escape without them seeing me. Taking in my surrounding as I navigate my way to the door, there are dead bodies, some sitting against the wall and floor in an L shape and some just scattered on the ground beaten and shot in the head. There is also a reasonable amount of boxes at the back, the container is pretty rusty looking and like your normal-looking container.
Shaking my head, I reached the door, I shove my head out looking around to see if the coast is clear when it is I walked out, the howling wind engulfing my fragile-looking body. I must look like someone who just crawled out of hell while getting tortured, thank god it's night. Though I know I will end up in hell but I know I could never escape that place, eh that's something to think about though, another time.
The area that I am currently standing in a yard filled with containers, of fucking course. I quickly scan for cameras. Did a little happy dance in my head when there are none in sight so I began walking as fast as my stupid feet can carry me. Just then I heard shouting, I looked over my shoulder and saw two men running towards me and so I began running as well, I have no idea what they are shouting or where the hell I am going but I let my feet lead the way, of course, they are going to lead the way, you dumb bitch my subconscious told me, with an eye roll I looked to see where I am going and I am met with a fence. It is not a dead-end though, there a hole in it which I think I can fit through.
As the shouting gets louder, I sprint to the rusting-looking fence, dropped on all fours, and crawl through the fence into the woods. Now that Im out into the woods, I doubt they can see me or even come after me as I ran into the darkness. Looking back to see if there is any sign indicating where I am, I saw a rusting building that is made with zinc. Frowning, why the fuck is everything fucking rusty? It's 2021 for fucks sake. Damn, I got to stop swearing, thinking about stop swearing makes me grimace. Everything is better with a little swearing, it makes it spicier. Its not like I can help it either; I grew up with a father whose first language was swearing.
Sighing, I walked through the woods looking for an exit point. I honestly dont know what time it is but judging that the moon is directly above my head, I would say it's somewhere around 12 am or 1 am. Eh, I am shit at reading the time from the moon or the sun anyways. Its one part of my training that I did not master. Hunter keeps scolding me, saying that I need to encase I got stranded. Well fuck me, am I not stranded now.
