Move and You Die
Move and you die. Simple as that.
An exhale. A twitch. A blink out of line. Just because its dark doesn’t mean they can’t see you.
You’re not the only one here. There are others trapped within their own bodies. You can feel the heavy beating of their hearts pulsating through the room and the screams bouncing off the internal walls of their brain. How did we get here?
There’s a hand on your back.
I mean, what hand? There’s no hand on your back, pay no attention to that. Just your imagination playing tricks on you!
Your nose itches.
Story #39 was pulled out of Drabble #2 by the request of the writer.