"My… name…?" #28 asks. Lukas nods his head, waiting to hear his answer. #28 was confused, why would someone he didn't even know two days ago want to know something so personal?
"Uhm… Nicola! Nicola Nguyen!" Nicola responds with. Lukas gives him a faint smile, and says: "cool name man!"
All of a sudden, the alarm starts to blare like crazy. Everyone looked up, not knowing what was going on. Until they all put two-and-two together, and realised what Lukas and Nicola did wrong. They all back away from the two, except Drew. He stays exactly where he was standing.
The door, that was slowly slow as can be; swung open in an instant. Two officers that were probably guarding the outside, came rushing in. Everyone else has fully scattered at this point, to the point where it looked like Lukas, Nicola, and Drew were the only ones awake. The officers made it over to where they were all standing, and pulled out their AR-15's and shoved it down each of their throats. The two of them were having a really hard time breathing, and their hearts were beating out of their chest from the adrenaline.
None of the officers said a word, they just dragged both Lukas, and Nicola out by their arms. They tried to protest and break free, but that wouldn't work. So that meant Drew was just left there, standing, not knowing what to do now.
Their grip was super tight and rough. Lukas felt like his arm was going to lose circulation any minute now. He looked back to see that Nicola was being dragged a couple inches back from where he was. They go through different hallways, and doors that none of them have seen before in their lives. All until they end up right next to a special door that was bigger than the rest. It had with big letters over it: Sálfræðilegur Dauðaherbergi. Lukas thought the language looked familiar, but he didn't know why. He then remembered that there was one town that seemed to speak a completely different language. He just didn't remember their name in the slightest.
They both get pushed into the now open doors, and they are shut completely when they get their bodies through the threshold. Lukas looks behind him, and is absolutely pissed. Nicola goes up to the door, and viciously banged on it, begging for them to open it. But nope, that thing wouldn't budge, even if it wanted to.
"God DAMMIT!!" Nicola screamed, and kept pounding and pounding. "I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU!!" Lukas runs up to him, and puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down…" He again said with sternness. Making him slow his breathing. Nicola calmed down after a second of breathing exercises that he learned a while ago. After all of that, they both turn around slowly, to go see what they were working with for a while.
Two chairs were bolted to the floor in the middle, both with the liquid that Lukas remembered so well from when he got here. The walls were nice and sort; but they were covered in mold, rotten stuff, maybe blood, and some brown stuff smeared all over the place. A singular light was in the middle of the ceiling, only illuminating the chairs. A little hole was also placed on the very opposite wall to where the door was. Lukas walks over to the chairs, to see it his vision was just messing with him. Unfortunately, it was not at all. He again tried to rip the chairs out of their spots to tilt them. Yet again though, it didn't work. Nicola also came over to check the status on the chairs, and felt just as pissed as Lukas was about the mess all over them.
*Clack!
A loud noise came from the opposite side of the room. Both Lukas and Nicola swing their heads over to where the sound came from, to see a platter of things that fell from the hole in the wall. It seemed to have fallen face first into the grimy disgusting floor, so anything on there was pretty much ruined. That didn't matter to either of them, since they hadn't eaten anything in two days. They both ran over like an Olympic champion, and flip over they tray to see what was on it.
Two pieces of already moldy bread were sloppily stacked onto each other. There were also two pieces of rotten pineapple sitting there too. They both picked up one of the two, and started to drill them into their mouths as fast as possible. The taste was heavenly for Lukas, he hadn't had anything sweet in so long. The cigarette taste never truly left his mouth yet, but this felt like a huge pallet cleanser.
Nicola was also having the time of his life, with not having anything to eat in 5 days. Especially not anything that tasted relatively good.
After they are both done enjoying their 10/10 feast, they go searching around for anything else going on in here. The walls were pretty dimly lit, so they both had to stay really close to one to be able to see if anything was left by someone. The very left wall seemed to be pretty normal, even though there were a bunch of random stains all over it. And the wall with the door on it was also the same as always. Nothing really shook up the status quo, until they reached the right wall.
At first it seemed just like the other walls, but once they got to the dimmest part of said wall, there seemed to be some red streaks on it, Lukas and Nicola started to walk faster, until they were able to see what that thing was. It was still dark as always, so they had to quint with all of their might.
TJ hates them fuckers down here!
That was the writing on the wall. They both were really disappointed with what was written, but not what it was written with. The dark red really made them both think 'what could he have done in here to draw blood, and why.
Nicola puts his back onto the wall, and slides down, not caring at all that he could be getting some weird liquids on his shirt. He puts his hands over his face, and sighs deeply. Letting everything out as best as he could. Lukas watches him do all of this, and also flopped his body onto the floor. In which he wished they were more comfortable instead of grimy and gross.
God dammit! I hate it here so fucking much! He thought to himself as he looked at the sterile light on the ceiling.