100

The bright red of my clock showing the time, turning, I try to go back to sleep, staring at the concrete wall in front of me. Wait, I realize I’m not in my room, sitting up suddenly I look around, I’m in some sort of dimly lit concrete room, a simple wooden door leading out with a bright red 100 above it. I look down, I’m still in my bed, wherever I am, it was brought with me.

I climb out of bed and stand up, the cold concrete beneath my feet. I walk around the edges of the room, there is nothing else, just the door, and the bright red 100, glowing above it on some sort of screen, “Fuck, have I been kidnapped?” I say to myself, starting to panic. Deep breaths, take things one step at a time. The door, that has to lead somewhere, I walk to it, and carefully open it, beyond is a lit concrete hallway with no obvious features. 

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“Alright, I need to keep quiet, whoever put me here probably doesn’t want me to leave,” exiting into the hallway, I look ahead, seeing that I’m approaching a branching path, “Always go right, that’s what they said when you don’t know your way, if you just keep going one direction, eventually you’ll find something.” Reaching the intersection, I look both ways and just see hallways curving into the distance, The one to the left seems to curve back towards the way I came, while the one to the right curves away, forward, “Yeah, right it is.” I take the right hallway, absentmindedly dragging my hand along the wall as I go.

The hallway continues, curving so far I’m sure it would somehow meet itself, but it never does. After a few minutes of walking, I get to a straight-away, and I see a wooden door at the end. Excitedly I rush forward to it.

*click* 

I stumble as the ground shifts beneath me slightly, catching myself, I look around for a second, before seeing something approaching my face quickly before suddenly I'm in pure darkness. Everything is dark, black, I can’t see anything. I can’t move. I… suddenly sit up, I’m back in my bed.