[ WP ] 4 very different individuals are trapped in a cave and are being hunted by an unknown enemy .

I finally stopped running after what seemed like an eternity. I was tired. Oh, so tired. I did n't know how long I've been trapped in this godforsaken cave. All I knew was that I'm trapped. Here. With some maniacal being. At this point, I was ready to give up and let it take me. I already tried to my phone, but there was no reception. I tried tracing my footsteps out after I realized what a stupid move I've made, but it only led me in circles. I slumped down on the cold, rugged granite. Only now did I allow myself to view my surroundings. It was one of those stereotypical caves, like the ones you see in movies and read about in novels. There were stalagmites all over the place and a haunting drip constantly broke the silence. It was eerily dark and I could only make out a few things in front of me. `` How the hell am I going to escape from here?'' I punched the rough wall and I could feel blood dripping from my knuckles. 
 
 I tried my phone again. The battery was still pretty full, but there was no reception. The light shined on my arms, which laid bare with old scars and recent cuts. I could n't bear to keep looking, so I looked around the cave with my light. `` Give up... You're only prolonging the inevitable...'' I could hear the voice whispering in my ears. Shut up, I thought, as tears rolled down my eyes. There was nothing but rock and corridors around me. 
 
 There were four corridors. I knew the one behind was where I came from, but the other three were like crossroads. None of them were appealing to me, but I would have to move eventually. I sat down, pondering which way to take. `` No use...'' I could n't tell if it was the room echoing or if there was someone talking to me. 
 
 Suddenly, one of the corridors lit up. I could barely make anything out at this distance, so I walked down the path carefully, wary of any traps that laid ahead. I was surprised by what I saw: a young man with a dashing appearance and exquisite outfit. I could tell he was a high roller, a success. He did n't seem the least bit disturbed in the cave, but was rather enjoying himself. The man did n't seem to notice me, even when he looked my way. I observed him, and all he did was smile and play with the air. I looked around the cave, and I was confused as to how there were plaques, pictures, and ribbons covering the cave walls. I squinted at one of the many plaques and it read `` Innovator of the Year''. I looked around and a picture caught my eye. It was a picture of the man in the cave and a beautiful woman. What disturbed me was that the woman looked really familiar, but I just could n't put my finger on it. I felt a presence upon me, and I jumped back when I saw the man, staring into my soul with a creepy grin on his face. I did n't give him any time, and I ran back the way I came. 
 
 The room was different. There were red marks all over the walls, and while some were unclear, I could make out letters. Then I looked up. Plastered on the ceiling of the cave were three words that covered up the space. `` I'm a failure''. `` You're a failure... You failed everything... You do n't deserve anything...'' The voice was back and it seemed to fill the room. I could n't stand that damn voice. 
 
 `` Argghh!!!!!'' I screamed so loud that if I were back home, the neighbors would've called the cops. I hurried down another corridor. Anywhere but there, I thought. In my rush, I stumbled on something. `` Ouch!'' I felt my shoulder and I could feel the scrapes. I looked around, but my mind focused on what tripped me. `` Ah!'' I squeaked involuntarily, as I realized it was another person. I shook him furiously, trying to wake him but to no avail. I took his pulse, but when I could n't find it, I felt for his heart. I relaxed slightly when I felt a faint thud. My curiosity satisfied, I glanced at the room once more. I could make out a few objects: a lighter, some ragged clothes, and a worn-out sleeping bag. I glanced back at the man and realized, from the smell the just struck me and from his belongings, that he was homeless. I got up quietly, so that I did n't disturb him. Looking around the room, I took in the finer details, like the faint smile the man had on and the crude organization of the cave. It seemed like despite being homeless for quite some time ( as apparent by his awful smell and long, mess facial hair ) he was well off and appeared happy, as he seemed to have been eating and sleeping well. Careful not to awake the hobo, I stepped over him. Unfortunately, there was a slight shake in the ground that made me lose balance and wake the hobo. He glanced around drowsily, but when he noticed me, he immediately woke up and turned feral. `` OUT OF MY STUFF!'' The snarling scared the daylights out of me and I crawled back to my feet as I hurriedly ran back. 
 
 The room was in even worse condition. The marks seemed to have been dripping, but I was too freaked out by the messages to move. `` You're useless... Pointless existence... Uncaring... Selfish...'' The insults kept going and going and, while about half of them were illegible, I knew I was n't welcome. `` Run away again, coward... Suffer...'' The voice appeared again and echoed the thoughts of the wall. Choosing the last corridor, I sprinted, hoping to outrun the voice. 
 
 I slowed my pace as I entered into an open area. My eyes fixed upon a figure in the middle, sitting on what seemed to be an ammo crate. The man was grizzled, but I could see the fiery light in his eyes all the way from where I stood. He had camo fatigues on and was sharpening a knife. He was so dedicated, so focused, that even if he noticed my appearance as I walked closer, he did n't care. He had many scars on his bulging muscles. He reeked of manliness and I could see his wild spirit. I looked at the pictures at his feet. Many of them were military photos, but one of them was him, well dressed, with a really familiar woman. I realized it was the same woman that I saw in the first corridor. I looked back up, only to be held at knife point. My fear got the best of me and before I could think, I was running for my life. 
 
 This was it. The room was covered in red. I could feel my brain crying out in pain. I wanted to lay down on the floor, but when I touched the red stains, I realized that they were blood. I shrieked so loudly the room began to shake, as if I triggered some sort of earthquake. The shaking startled me into silence. All the messages were readable, but I wished that they were still ambiguous. `` Kill yourself. You're a worthless piece of shit. Fuck you. You're misery. Die.'' I could n't take being stuck in the cave any longer. My head banged against the walls, smearing the messages in even more blood. I cut my legs and arms trying to break my way out in vain. Finally, I saw my exit. I jumped on a stalagmite. 
 
 The life was slowly draining out of my body. As I bled, the room cleared up. The three figures converged from their sections to my little room. They all had one look on them: disappointment. `` You failed to choose me...'' they all said in unison. As my eyes began to drop, I saw the figure of a fourth person. He whispered and I immediately recognized him as the voice that was haunting me ever since I entered the cave. `` Game over.'' he whispered. I got a good look at him before I closed my eyes. He was me.
