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The plan was good and simple, he had it all planned out, it was just suppose to be a fake death, so that he doesn’t need to live the life he doesn’t want, and start over. His best friend would assist him. He would still watch his family from far away and send money to them once in a while to help out, that’s all he wanted to do; making everyone in the town thinks he is dead, then life moves on. However, everything took a turn, instead of him, his best friend is dead and he has a knife which covered with blood in his hand, with no registration of  what happened. 

How did he get here? Why is his friend dead? Why he has a knife? What happened?

He has been sitting there for a while, still trying to figure out what happened. He drops the knife, and trying to get rid of all of the blood on his hand, he has no clue whose blood it is, his, his dead friend’s? His mind start racing. He take a look at that dead body, the gut wrenching feeling started, something comes back up, reversing from his stomach. He wants to get out, he needs to get out. It must be couple hours since his friend is dead, there is that smell coming out of the body. He starts looking for a door, but he couldn’t find a door, maybe because of everything just happened, he felt disoriented. He sits down at the corner of the room, as far away from the dead body as possible. He tries to make sense of everything that’s in front of him, but he can’t figure out what’s happening, because he still feels sick. Tears start dropping, mixed with his own vomit. It’s a mess.

God knows how long passed by, he calms down for a bit, gathered himself, you can say. He pads down his own pockets, he couldn’t find his phone. Ha, of course, they took the phone. He needs to set himself apart from whatever that’s happening now. A door, an exit, is what he needed, an out. There is a dim light coming through a crack. That dim light is a hope for him. He rushes to the light, it is a window, it is covered with plywood boards. He gazes through the crack, it starts to get a little dark outside; he also couldn’t make out where he is. He tried to pull the plywood apart, he couldn’t, they are nailed on the window frame with machine gun nails. He is just a regular man, not the Hulk or any of the super heroes or those buff dudes who are trying to be heroes, you know, like Bruce Willis, saving the world all the time. 

Maybe there are some wrench or a hammer that I can use, he thinks, he starts searching around, but could find nothing. Of course, whoever put him in that situation made sure that there are no tools for him to use. He’s tired, the instinct of surviving is driving him to do only one thing though, survive. Not like in the movies or TV shows, sometimes the victim has the phone with them, or randomly there are tools laying around.

Whoever did this, they definitely needed a way out, there has to be an entrance, a way to walk in and out, a door or something, for sure. Then he noticed a wall of bricks that’s a little different, most of them are the same color and materials, but there are couple bricks at the top, near the ceiling area, are different, even though the color is pretty similar. If it were night time, there is no way he can find this flaw, thanks to the person who was covering up the window, they didn’t do a 100% good job, he has some light to borrow in this situation, which helped him to find a possible way out. Apparently, whoever put him in there ran out of the original bricks, and used another type of bricks, so similar that you couldn’t tell if you don’t look closer. He tries to poke to the cement in between the bricks. WOW! So this is what wet cement feels like. The cement in between the bricks is still wet. Either the person who put this wall up, was not expecting me wake up so early, or they estimated the time wrong for the cement to dry and become rock solid. The odd part is, if someone put up a brick wall, how did they get out? He doesn’t have time to think about things like this right now. He broke down the bricks, and got a hole big enough for a human to get out. That’s a start.

Arthur’s note: I totally wrote myself into a corner, I will figure a way out for him to get somewhere.

At this point, there are couple questions going to come up:

  1. Where is he?
  2. How can he get around with no transportation? We are not just going to let him to “run into” a car and do a hijack, you know, some TV shows or movies, they just have the tools laying around, I will try my best to avoid that. If I couldn’t avoid it, I will put it in the footnotes, haha.
  3. What’s the next going to happen to him? The person he trusted the most just died, what is he going to do next?

I hope you enjoyed this writing by far, the next part will come soon.

P.S. Funny story, the image I used in the beginning, it was actually another one, however, that picture scared me a lot, so I replaced it, haha.

https://anchor.fm/shirlz/episodes/Murder–Murder–Murder–Maybe-Part-I-epomab