(AH! Hello there isn't this story a bit rough here and there because if not i don't know because I think it is, the main character or in novel type of a way you call it Protagonist.)
Jack then ran out of the broken mahogany door, when he looked up with fear that the blood of the wall was of he's wife's. He was in a long hallway going so far that to measure it in kilometres or miles will be short.
"What the fuck why is this hallway this long, ohhhhh god what the fuck do I do now. Someone help me."
Ahh yes we are back to the basic story line of jack, hopelessly begging for help.
I wonder when will he understand that there is no one to help you in this god knows what.
(Now now you are thinking why does the narrator not know where he is and what this world is. And the reason is i didn't make this story that far.)
(Wait a sec why do I not no this story that far I AM THE AUTHOR OF THIS STORY.)
(I HAVE NO BODY, I HAVE NO EYES, I HAVE NO MOUTH, BUT I CAN FEEL SEE AND SAY EVERYTHING WHAT IS HAPPENING.)
(AM I NOT THE AUTHOR OF THIS STORY.)
And then jack had taken a deep breath in and out in and out. He understood one thing he needs to keep he's brain calm.
"Ok". He took he both hands and slapped himself in the face."There is a way out of this and I just need to find it."
He began to walk straight forward in the long hallway of god knows what it's called.
(Hallway of Consciousness)
The wall of this hallway was made of entirely of wood.
And as our smart genius protagonist he had thought number one.
"Ok let's try to break this wood down."
He began to rapidly punch the wood with he's bare hands.
*FUCK!!!!! ok that hurts ok let's not try that*
Ah he says let's not try that and then he began to, just hear it from him.
"Ok let's go back to the room that we woke up from and bring something to break this wall down. I know this is going to work."
*This utter disappointment, i took that table to break it and the table broke and my genius brain said let's take the broken pieces of wood from the table to break the wall.*
*And what did I get from it a god fucking splinter*
"Ok i am not trying to do that."
Did you really think he wouldn't continue.
"Ok i got a genius idea, let's go back to the room and take the Painite and try to break with that."
He ran back to the room to grap the gem and ran back with it to break down the wall.
"And here we go." He sounded with exhaustion.
He paused for a second and then he realised.
"Hmmmmmm ok let's not do it with this, this is one of the rarest gems in the world."
("In a story where there is one character and one story teller, there is no possibility of knowing what will happen next.")
Jack had put that gem in his pocket and looking down on the ground he took both his hands, while looking down he was staring he's hands.
"Why is nothing working."
And then he felt a gaze watching him, with fear he looked up he saw the hallway changed and there now was a corner but that was not the only thing that happened.
A scary gaze of a creature. When he looked up it ran away in a instant.
Jack was in terror, in fear he didn't know that a creature like that was watching him.
Wow even i didn't know a creature like that was watching him. What a story.
(WHAT THE ACTUALLY FUCK I DIDN'T PUT A CREATURE LIKE THAT IN THIS STORY WHAT IS HAPPENING.)