Hells Pastry Presents - Asylum

Waking up in hell

I woke up a moment ago sore and tired. The air in here is thick and warm....it actually tastes old. It didn't take long for the panic to flood back into me. I tried every possible way I could think of to get out of here. I suppose I could look around for another exit but after what I saw......I don't want to wander the halls. I tried calling for Mike a while ago, but when I finally did manage to get a yell across the knot in my throat I got no reply. I decided to try the main door again, hoping against hope. Like every time before, it somehow lead back into the room I was trying desperately to exit. I keep grabbing my holster, just to make sure it's there. I don't no where it would go but this.....this place........it induces some sort of paranoia that I just can't shake. Dammit, just wanna go home.