The room was silent aside from the soft murmur of breathing from the collapsed body. Broken fragments of the remains of the room surrounded the body.

The peaceful setting didn't last long. The room began to glow in an alarming color of red with bright flashes of light.

"Error in Sector 67. Sending dispatch." the monotone voice came from the speakers.

The subject was still unaware of the problem approaching it.

A soft groan escaped from his lips, his eyelids getting lighter as the flashes of light grew stronger.

"Hmmm. 5 more minutes" His hanged reached to the side to grasp something.  The only he managed to reach was a sharp shard of glass. His eyes went wide open as the pain struck through his palm into his body. The pain was not much but rather the sharpness of it caught him by surprise.

"Aarrgh. What in the actual hell!" He screamed as he pulled his hand closer towards himself to inspect it. His eyes widened from the shock. The surprise was not the glass itself but rather the wound healing. He saw the wound turn from a bloody mess, to a scar to vanishing as if it never happened.

"What.." He looked up to see the broken room. The announcement rang once more. He understood those words and knew it did not signal anything good. He surveyed the room for information.

The room itself was a dark shade of blue with hints of black mixed in them. The wall, the roofs, the floor. Whoever built this place was either color blind or didn't care. Behind him he saw the remains of the tube with shards of glasses surrounding it. And before him stood a giant garage like door.

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He stood up mustering every bit of strength and walked towards the door as fast as he could.

He placed his hand on the door, only to find that it had no handle. No lever, no buttons, nothing. It was like a wall. The creases at the end of the door suggested it had a way to open. The red light that lightened the room began to pulse faster and faster. He could sense that danger was approaching, and it was coming quick.

He once more looked around the room in searching for something, anything. The results the same as before: nothing.

If he wanted to escape he would have to do something drastic, thinking back to his wound he came up with a stupid idea. He turned his head and looked at the base where the tube used to be He was about to do something stupid and dangerous.

He gripped the edge of the base and began to pull. To his surprise, it lifted from the ground. He could hear various wires snapping, and an electric buzzing sound as it happened. It had to weigh at least 200 Kg but he lifted it as if it were a basket of feathers. He didn't have enough time to think about his sudden burst of strength though. He could hear faint patter of feet marching towards the room and those were not sounds made by human feet. He pulled his arm back with all his might and chucked it towards the door.

Crash. The base of the tube contacted the door and it went right through it. He rushed to look at the fruits of his labour. The hole itself was not too large but it was more than enough for him to fit through. He placed his hands on the edges and pushed himself through. Due to the bent metal, he scrapped parts of his legs but the wounds disappeared before he could lament on the pain.

What faced him was an empty corridor, or a hallway of sorts.   The color scheme of the hallway was identical to the room itself.  At the very end it, split off into two more hallways  Since he only had one way to go he marched forward.

The sounds of the mechanical foot grew louder. He could make out four distinct footsteps all heading towards his way. Closing his eyes, he concentrated. Left. They were coming from the left. He ran as fast his legs could carry him aiming for the right hallway.

The footsteps grew louder as his own pressed forward. He could make it. All it took was a little more speed, a little more strength. With that thought in mind he put more power into his legs. He grew faster, faster than he ever ran before, faster than any human in the world.   With great speed does come great inertia. He crashed square into the wall but there was no blood. Only a dent. Not on his body of course, but rather on the wall itself. He would have found it peculiar should he had the time to stand around.

He picked himself and dusted off his clothes and began to run right.       He reached the end of that corridor before he could even think, and this time the only direction was to his left. He didn't have time to think so he was quick to dash left. He placed his body to the wall and tried to slow down his breathing. He soon heard the footsteps approaching the corridor he was in. He made it. If what the announcement said was real, they should all be going towards that room.  He didn't dare to look which direction they were going, so he ran. Ran as fast as he could.