666 Masks

Feels like I’ve died, but I’ve never met a white light. But there are other colors around: blue, green, flashing red... In general, the hell of an epileptic. Eyes watery from the stale air... It watery, if it were. I forgot again that I am a mannequin now. Who did this to me is still unclear, and it doesn't matter anymore. My hopes stayed somewhere else. I woke up from a coma on a rusty bed. Based on the surroundings, this is an abandoned bunker. What's going on outside?! No idea. One thing I knew for sure - my body no longer belongs to me. A piece of old plastic. Too much misunderstanding and fear on the first day. But what difference does it make what day it is if I don't sleep anymore. Time is now just numbers, not sensations. Next 24 hours. Maybe I still have a chance to get out of this hole and bring my body back to life. The main thing is to be watchful. I discovered masks that open doors. It is urgent to go around the catacombs in search of clues. Sitting still is even worse... 48 hours. I'm not alone here... unfortunately. In one of the rooms lay a mannequin, or rather the remains, if I may say so about something inanimate. And after 43 minutes, I found out who can put an end to my suffering. This rustle is everywhere ... They react to movement! I barely took my plastic ass away from them and now I have to hide. It's scary, scary to tremble...