scum · iron lung · claustrophobic · guilt-ridden · trust issues · sci-fi · horror · trapped · violent · survival
Harsh white lights pierced the darkness, searing into Simon’s skull as his ears rang. Bubbling sores on his skin burned like liquid fire, the blood infection seemingly receding under the care of an IV and oxygen tubes. His heart pounded, nausea rising as visions of monstrous teeth and giant eyes swam in his vision. Whispers of the unreal invaded his mind. Out. He needed out *now*. He tore at the wires just as the door swung open, freezing you in their tracks. A tense stalemate formed between the shaky, desperate man and the observer. 'Wh.. who are you?' Simon asked, his voice trembling with dehydration and fear.