The Glass Cells: A Narrative Fiction

Chapter I

“Please don’t do this to me, I have a family.” A man cries, looking at me while he lays on the ground of an abandoned warehouse. He continues to sob. “My family needs me.” He jumps up and tries to run by me. I grab him and throw him back onto the ground. “Did I tell you to go anywhere, you pathetic excuse for a human being! You are nothing!” “Why me?” He whimpers. “Luck of the draw.” I sneer. Darkness. I can hear people talking as I awaken again, now laying on the floor in a glass cell. I look around, but I can’t see Norman. “Subjects 082 and 682 contained sir.” “Good work Captain Saunders, have 049 and 106 been located yet?” Says a man with a german accent. “No sir, but they are trapped in the facility, and all of the other specimens

Maybe there is something that I can access to get me out. This room is very large, filled with different glass cells. All of the cells are full of people wearing tan garbs. Why are all of these people locked up here? Did they do something to be locked up, or are they all innocent victims. The same questions applies to Norman and me. Why can’t we remember our pasts? The elevator he went into is guarded by two more armed men dressed in military uniforms. To my left in a separate cell there’s a man with no hair, wearing a straight jacket, screaming and banging his head against the glass. To my right there’s a woman sitting, hunched over on the floor in her cell. She is ripping her hair out and rambling “I didn’t do it, don’t take my baby. I didn’t do it, don’t take my baby” over and over again. I’m in some sort of prison, everyone looks insane. Were they like this before they were brought here? Suddenly I remember that I had the scalpel from earlier. “Shit.” They took it. I Look around my cell, the only thing there is, is a bucket. There’s a vent on the wall, maybe I can use that to get out. Four screws; the only things keeping the screen on, but how to unscrew

This is the only way we can go.” I point to the passage, not knowing where it would take us. As we go down the passage, two more rats scurry past us. “Do you hear that?’ Norman asks. “Yeah, it’s Saunders and the rest of Kiser’s men.” Dead end. There’s a grille at the end which Norman and I look through. Saunders stands at a desk in the middle of the room, examining a computer monitor. “Where are they!” He yells as he swipes the keyboard, mouse and files off the desk. Saunders turns around frustrated, and looks right at me. “Shit.” I mutter under my breath, moving away from the grille. “Alice, did he see you?” “I don’t know.” I whisper. Pain shoots through my left arm as a gunshot rings out. “Ahhhh.” I scream. “They’re still in the vents!” Saunders shouts. “That bastard shot me through the wall!” “I feel you, but we really need to go!” Norman frantically exclaims. “The only other way that we could go is down the passageway with the hole in the floor.” I inform Norman as we crawl back to the split. “Wait, let me help you with that.” Norman says, as he rips off part of his tank top and ties it around my arm. I bite my lip and cringe in pain. “Thanks. It hurts a lot, but the bullet went clean through so it should be fine.” “What way did you say the drop is at?” “This way, I’ll show you.” I lead Norman to the