Waking Up-Personal Narrative

“You have two days, try to make the best of it”

That's the first thing that I saw when I woke up on the damp floor of the maze. The last thing that I remembered before waking up was the sound of a woman screaming and the bite of a knife as it slide in between my ribs. As I tentatively feel in under my shirt for the wound I only feel smooth skin and a couple scars. When I look down I find that I have acquired a new scar since my incarceration, it looks as if someone tried to carve a greek Omega in my skin but had been interrupted halfway. For the moment I decided to disregard it since it looked to have heal a long time ago and started to assess my situation. I was in a stone hallway the seemed to stretch into oblivion in both directions. In front of my was a

When I attempted to push the door it wouldn't budge, and since there did not seem to be any other choice for quite a while I decided to try and get though. When I tried to shoulder my way through the door it still wouldn't budge so I braced my back against the opposing wall and slammed my foot into the door and felt the door start to crack. The third time I did this the door gave way and I stumbled into the room from my momentum. I had just enough time to register that the room seemed to be an odd shape before it burst into flames and I had to reel backwards before they could consumed me. As I looked back into the room it didn't seem as empty as it had just a few moments before it seemed that the flames were consuming more than just the air that the room contained. Slowly shapes started to appear in the shadows that the flames cast on the walls as if there was a bright light just out of my eyeline that was giving these ghosts their forms. As I stared into the flames a face seemed to start to take shape, a face that seemed to be at once both familiar and utterly alien. When I attempted to delve into my mind to try to place this face I