Escape Game, part 1

The last day light

    Jewels was coming out of a grocery store when she was pulled into a van. A specialised Serial Killer detective Neils Wung noticed a similarity to an old case, May 1972.

A throbbing stinging sensation sunk into my arm, my face crushed by a thick army boot on the floor of that old van. I could barely guess some faces as I repeated to myself like a prayer "Jay remember, white man with a broken heart tattooed on the back of his neck who speaks a probably Russian language, black bomber jackets with a patch of a patriotic eagle..." I continued this recitation to remember those morbid shows that I used to love watching on the tv channel. Then suddenly the man with the tattoo turned around as if he had heard this silent voice in my head reciting... to tell this hooded woman to blindfold me. She took the opportunity to afflict me with a kick in the nose... I felt nothing so much the adrenaline had frozen my whole body.

Two hours before, I decided what I was going to wear for tomorrow because the girls had invited me to a Jazz evening, the ritual of our Thursdays evenings. I couldn't grasp this reality that had torn me away from a simple daily pleasure. Was it a nightmare? ... Then the more I felt the tremors of the van, the more the reality was unbearable to me. A nauseating smell hit me between the taste of blood which clotted, hardly flowing from my nose to my lips, I was drowned in a smell of putrefaction, of old blood, strange to find myself saying that as if I knew that smell!

I could feel that we had left the road to drive into a stony field after hours of driving where I found myself between passages where I rocked between drowsiness and reality, the noises and the faces became more and more blurred. The smell of fresh earth had penetrated the van where the daylight could appear on this floor which kept the secret of horrible things that had happened before I was captured...

Naïad