2 In A Room Novels & Stories

“People who are in that much pain don't stay that calm.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I didn't say anything. The nurse glanced over her shoulder again before pointing down the hall. “She is in room 217 in the east wing on the second floor,” she whispered. Her hand dropped quickly like she regretted the gesture the moment she made it.

“We were there.” “This is room twenty.”

"402." "Awe, man. We don't get the same room. Who has room 402?" Duskin, Cass and Kyung Jiho raised their cards in the air without looking back. Great, I'm dead! her stomach dropped then she realized fully what those words meant. Wait, we share rooms! The group stopped before a dark brown door with the number 402 on it. "So what's the plan?" Duskin questioned, his words were directed to everyone, but his eyes rested on Hae Jae-Woo.

I dash towards the section of wall beside the bookcase, which stretching almost the entire length of the room. I squat done and run my finger over the far back holes along the side for the adjustable shelves and count up from the bottom. One. Two. Three. Click. I glance back over my shoulder at the only visible door in the room. My breath hitches as another loud bang echoes in the small room.

Why do I feel like I am been trapped and my entire life is been controlled? Looking At the room opposite mine, I rolled my eyes. If there was any number I hate for no reason is 1, worst, the room number is 111! Originally, I wanted to knock, see if I can get information about the place and maybe a phone but….I will pass. The next room number 222 seems better. Odd! The rooms here are a bit- arranged. Walking through the passage, I discovered that we have eight rooms on this floor, they all have this corresponding digits like 111, 222, 434, and 100…..all three except our room, 2 and odd.

We paused for a breath, and I asked him. "Is this why you have all these cameras installed around this room?" I looked around, pointing my chin at every direction where the cameras were installed—one in the ceiling. I don't know how he managed to place it there securely. Another was by the foot of the bed, secured in a vertical bar with its end to the ceiling and floor. Two cameras were on its tripod on both side drawers next to the bed. "What is this room? Our studio or something?" I asked Chad, still tittering.

"You should be fine by then." "I'm not sick and none of us is going to crash on a couch." "You know that I agreed to share this room with you just to make the lies we're telling seem real, right?" "Yes, and they can come knocking anytime or someone has a key to the door. Worse, there's a freaking camera inside here." "No way. There's a security camera in front of the door but not inside."

In the next second, the man landed on his butt, letting out a groan. The other one was way shorter and he knew he couldn't take this risk so he quickly turned and fled. The man turned to me, his eyes darting to my revealed chest and back to my face. “Come. I should lend you a shirt.” He commanded, gesturing for me to come with him as he turned. I gulped, following him slowly. We went to his room, and I realized he was the one in room Twenty. As soon as we entered his room, I stood by the door, just in case he wanted to try anything ridiculous.

Luke chuckled and stated, 'You are too full of yourself, but in circumstances like these, you are the first one to succumb. Stubbornly rolled my eyes at him for his comments. I stood up and decided to roam around her room. There's a cute-sized vanity mirror that exactly suits and caters to her figure. It is located in the far corner of her room. Some posters were plastered on the wall. It seems that it is some kind of cartoon character or comic. There are three bean bags on the floor too. Probably one for her and the twins. She also has her own bathroom, but I didn't pry further in there. There's only one direction my feet are leading me to..

There is more than one person occupying this room. My hand makes its way to my gun strap around my waist while the other grabs onto my zippo. I take my gun out along with my zippo. A silencer is always attached to my gun so this should be interesting. “You know I can hear you breathe, so there’s no point to hiding, right?” I say, taking careful steps forward in a circular axis. There are two people at both ends of the room. Both of them are with guns. I don’t have to see them to notice the change in their movements.