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You hear a distant, steady beep---
...and as you wake up, you feel a small weight on your chest. Apparently you're not waking up fast enough for the creature that is laying on you, because after a moment or two, you feel something press against your face. A little hoof presses right up against your cheek, and doesn't move for several long moments. Before you can wake up enough to shove the creature off, it gets up on its own and crawls off of you, but you can still feel it there, nearby.

You begin to realize that you are laying on a bed. It's uncomfortable as best, and the smell of fever and infection hangs thick in the air around you. You look up to see four walls of plastic that must have, at one point, been white; on one plastic wall is a rectangle of clear plastic that was likely meant as a window. Your head is swimming and every move hurts; when you are finally able to look down at yourself, you understand why. Your clothes are bloody, and underneath them, in various places, you feel bandages. You also feel something your hand. Something you are holding onto tightly.

"They really did a number on you." A small, almost squeaky voice sounds from the foot of your bed. A Fracs sits there, staring at you, its ears down sadly. "The others." It added, the small voice sounding rather sympathetic. "~ And then they left you here, all alone." The small creature then reached over the edge of the bed with one of its back paws, and pulled up a small thermos by the handle.

"Here, this is for you. You should drink it really soon." Urgency was in the creature's voice as it pushed the thermos closer.

Mathias would find a key in his hand, it has "B6" written on it.

The Fracs stays at the end of the bed. The only thing that moves is the very tip of its tail, which twitches lightly in front of its hooves.

"You're in no condition to make me do anything~" It said with amusement, its head tilting just a little bit. "But it'll make you feel better, I promise. Either you drink this now, or you'll die. " The Fracs looked away finally, and if Matty followed its gaze he'd find himself looking at a clock on the wall, visible through the makeshift window. The clock shows 11:58, and as he watches it, the minute hand changes to the 11:59 mark. "- And you have one minute to decide."

The Fracs said nothing, just stared.

The tiny sip of the cold, bitter fluid was enough to make him feel a little better, and it feels like some of the smaller cuts have healed over.

"You've got a few seconds to finish that Thermos~ I won't ask you again though, it's all on your now!" The voice was a little too cheerful to be natural, and it finally stood, turning and hopping off the edge of the bed. One of the once-white plastic walls shifted as the Fracs crawled out of the enclosure, and disappeared into the room entirely.

No matter where you are, you hear a rather loud shriek of an intercom. As the static clears, you hear a familiar, squeaky and happy little voice:

"HELLO! GOOD MORNING! Please gather in Room B3 for an important announcement!"

The intercom ends with an abrupt crack, and you decide to do as asked - after all, you follow the rules, you get out, right? You check your map - the room you are to meet in was the one you had woken up in, which seems easy enough to find again. After all, there isn't very many places you can go, after all. It seems everyone else had the same idea, and all of you now stand in the very room you woke up in, looking around for the Fracs, or any indication on what you're supposed to do.

SLAM.

Every door to the room slams shut at once, and the loud CLICK that follows indicates that you have been locked in. A nearby wall lights up, playing a little animated feature. Stick figures and helpful arrows tell you that you should bend your knees and cover your head, but doesn't seem to tell you why. The movie ends and a number flashes on the wall:



Duck...?

Before you can think any further on the strange video, an explosion shakes the entire building. The echoing BOOM hurts your ears, and you duck your head and cover it - oddly enough, just as the movie suggested.

The ceiling caves in and you only barely manage to scramble for cover, ducking under one of the nearest hospital beds just before a large piece of debris falls where you were once standing.

"Freedom?" He was going to take the snake's word for it given he couldn't really...read it. Well. He could kind of but not really and he wasn't going to throw that out there because it was better that way. Leshy logic. "If that thing is the key to getting out of here, then we have to f--"

"HELLO! GOOD MORNING! Please gather in Room 205 for an important announcement!"

That Fracs was really getting on his nerves. His initial instinct was to tell it to go stuff itself. Apparently, Aurel was starting to have issues with authority figures. First the Queens, and then his fracs trying to tell him what to do. Aurel shifted his fingers, tightening them around the handle of his dull steak knife and frowned sharply.

Follow the rules and you get out.

"I guess we go to the room." He ground out. Irritation didn't look pleasant on the Lesovik's face. "Let us go, then." Aurel looked at Gene, and then at Pachua. "You go get Remi, still?" He figured the fox would come on his own but whatever.

To the room he went, still clutching that knife in one hand, though the maps had been shoved into his pockets.

SLAM

He didn't like the sound of that. Or of the locks clicking. He didn't understand the animation but the 'goodbye' at the end seemed ominous.

BOOM.

The floor below him crumbled and he was falling, mimicing the little stick figures after all.

Aurel, meet floor and debris. Wherever he landed, he didn't move. Pain ran through him from his legs and up his spine. Well. That was fun.

OOC

HP: 15/30
Inventory:
4 Maps Level 2
1 ??? Map
1 Dull Steak Knife
1 NOPE Key

He hadn't been standing there in his plastic room for long when a voice came on over the intercom. Mathias winced, his ears flattening at the sound, his head still aching with pain despite the magical healing drink that had been offered, and that voice set him on edged, making him grind his teeth. It was making an announcement for them to get in a certain room, and Mathias looked around the one he was in, unsure of where exactly to go.....

He could hear the unmistakable sound of doors locking, and his ears pricked back up, swiveling towards the sound in alarm. He was still alone, still had no idea that their were any others, though the announcement seemed to indicate that there were. Alone, he had no idea what was to come next. Did not know about the instructions to duck.

BOOM!

The sound exploded in his ears and the room shook. Instinctively, he flattened, his arms going over his head. He rolled for cover, his intention to use the bed as a shield from the debris that rained down on him, a large chunk of which smacked him on the back of the head, which was barely shielded by his clawed fingers. "Shiesse!" He hissed, his ears were ringing, his head had become a source of unimaginable pain, and his sore body was being forced into quick movements that strained against the more severe cuts on his body that hadn't been fully healed. He hurt, but he had hurt, had been hurt many times, before. It was nothing new. He would and could handle the pain. It was nothing.

He blinked away the tears in his eyes, as it seemed whatever had just occurred was over and he could now hopefully move safely again. Hissing in pain, he pushed himself once more to his feet, brushing away the dust with hands that trembled slightly.

....He heard voices.

"Hallo?" He called out, stepping over large chunks of the ceiling that had caved in, waving away the dust as he made his way towards where others were. Some were pushing themselves to their feet, most looked to be in fairly rough condition, though his own very blood stained and stiff moving appearance seemed to put him in the category of being around the worst shape appearance wise.

And then he remembered what the frac's had said about the others. About the others doing a number on him, and then leaving him alone. To die. Were these the others? His lips pressed in a firm line, his gaze averted carefully in case there happened to be ghouls in the room.

He carefully took a step back, away from everyone, the entire situation putting him on a paranoid edge.

HP: 15/40
Inventory: B-6 key