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Day 2,016

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

The torch swayed with his every step, illuminating mutilated faces and broken bodies all strung up and nailed in place. Most of them were alive, or at least close to it. Most of them managed to stae at him as he ran past and a couple even managed to snag his hair and clothes.

He shook them off and kept running, hoping the hastily scrawled map he found in the guard's pocket wasn't just the imaginings of yet another person driven over sanity's edge. It was the only chance he had at getting out alive and mostly in one piece.

Three fingers had already been exchanged for safe passage through the morgue and nine of his toes went before that for a flask of purified water. It was long gone now but the map made it seem like the end was within his bloodied grasp.

One more corner. Always one more corner, one more staircase up, one more room full of meat begging for death and still he carried on. Even if he was running in one big circle, it was still better than waiting to join the others.

And if he kept telling himself this, it might actually come true.

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