Person Standalone | How To Survive- Third

Leo blinks. The voice is not inside his teeth. It’s outside, human, scared. A young woman with a cut on her forehead and a child clinging to her leg.

Thirty seconds. Twenty.

He wakes up on a metal floor. Cold. The kind of cold that seeps through fabric and tells bones a secret: you are not meant to be here. How To Survive- Third Person Standalone

“Leo,” he says. Then: “Where is this?” Leo blinks

The cube is ten paces by ten paces. At fifty-eight seconds, the floor beneath his previous footprint hisses and drops away into blackness. No sound of it hitting bottom. Leo breathes through his nose. He does not run. Running is panic, and panic is the second death. and panic is the second death.