[ WP ] You are a patient in a psych ward . You decide to break out , but find that the entire place was abandoned long ago

Warning: Contains foul language and short sentences 
 
 
 `` I told you.'' 
 
 Franklin pockets his makeshift key and we both glance around the 
 corner into the empty hallway. 
 
 He dashes out and I grab at his sleeve. 
 
 `` Wait,'' I say, `` what are you doing?'' 
 
 `` I'm so out of here. Looks like everyone is on break. You can stay 
 if you want but I haul my ass out of here as fast as I can.'' 
 
 `` I do n't think they would all go on break at the same time.'' 
 
 I scan the environment. Looks different from the last time I left the 
 room. 
 
 The floor looks strange, the walls look strange, everything looks 
 strange. 
 
 `` Brother, you can either stay here or bail with me, but please stop 
 the touching.'' 
 
 He breaks free and dodges my next attempt to grab him. 
 
 `` Seriously, stop doing that.'' 
 
 `` What if they return?'' 
 
 `` We'll be out of here long before they're back, but only if you start 
 moving your stupid ass.'' 
 
 Franklin moves further into the hallway and stops next to a trolley 
 blocking the junction. 
 
 He turns left and right, unsure where to go. 
 
 `` Shit,'' he says, `` I was way too long in that room.'' 
 
 `` At least we should do some planning before we leave.'' 
 
 `` Planning?,'' he whirls around. 
 
 `` Be quiet.'' 
 
 `` What did you think I was doing the whole time? Counting the 
 walls?'' 
 
 `` Not so loud, they will hear you.'' 
 
 `` Nobody hears me, nobody hears you. Because everybody is on a 
 fucking break.'' 
 
 A muffled sound bounces through the building. 
 
 `` Shit, maybe I should be quiet.'' 
 
 Franklin takes cover behind the trolley and peeks in one hallway then 
 into the other. From which did the sound come from? 
 
 `` Wait,'' I say, `` we should get the pills.'' 
 
 `` You really loved that stuff.'' 
 
 `` We could sell them. I do n't know about you, but I have no money on me.'' 
 
 He thinks about it. 
 
 `` Good man. You get the pills, I try to find out how to exit this shithole.'' 
 
 I move out of the door frame while Franklin disappeared behind a 
 corner. 
 
 Pills. I look for any signs. 
 
 Pills. A room without numbers grabs my attention. 
 
 Pills. I push open the door to a sparsely furnitured room in lack of 
 any staff. 
 
 Nothing there except: Pills. A whole lot of them, lying on the 
 floor. 
 
 `` There you are.'' 
 
 I reach for the boxes when a noise makes me jump, accompanied by loud footsteps and heavy breathing. 
 
 I take cover and glance into the hallway as Franklin dashes around the 
 corner, fear in his eyes. 
 
 `` Franklin, what's wrong?'' 
 
 He trips over the trolley and it crashes to the ground. 
 
 `` Franklin! Dammit.'' 
 
 He does n't slow down and runs back into the room, slamming the door shut. 
 
 I rush to it. 
 
 `` Open up.'' 
 
 The door does n't move when I notice a grinding down the 
 hallway. 
 
 `` Franklin, open the damn door.'' 
 
 The noise draws nearer. 
 
 `` This is seriously not funny, Franklin.'' 
 
 I bang my fist against the door, but freeze in my movement as I 
 see it. How it stands, less than ten feet away from me, towering 
 over the tripped over trolley. 
 
 Staring. 
 
 Simply Staring. 
 
 Staring in my soul.
