He wanted out.
Enclosed in this dark, windowless and claustrophobic room which reeked of cigarette smoke and human waste, he wondered how long he could last. Not long, he knew.
He let out a long sigh. It had already been 7 days and the food supply was running out. Fast. It did not seem as if anybody would be able to find him. He felt like he was playing a brutal game of hide-and-seek. Either you be found and continue finding the others who had been trapped in other places, or die. He hoped fervently that the latter wouldn't happen to him, but now it seemed as if hope was playing hide-and-seek with him too, appearing at all the wrong places. Sometimes, like now, not appearing at all.
"Let me out!" He shouted hoarsely whilst pounding on the metal door, until, finally, all the energy drained away from him. He slumped down the dirty wall, all the remnants of the hope and energy he once had scattered around the tiny room, filling in the cracks of the floor, finally gone from his world...
P/S: There's something weird about the sentence structure. Will edit it when I'm free. (:
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Like your idea.
ReplyDeleteHowever, the room cannot be claustrophobic. The guy can but the room can't.
Last paragraph... the finally gone from his world... it's a bit weird.
You said you wanted comments...you're not offended right? :D
He has lost all of his hope and energy so it's gone from his world
ReplyDeleteI know that's the case.
ReplyDelete'filling in the cracks of the floor and finally gone from his world...'
Take away the 'and'.
'filling in the cracks of the floor, finally gone from his world.'
Okay, thanks! Be my editor next time I publish my novel okay. LOL jkjk.
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