Z2012-Lee's+Uprising



Forgotten

A lot of things were missing from the former __education__ institute. Children that had grown up and thrived within the walls, before continuing on with their lives past the community gates. A new faucet for the boys' washroom on the third floor. Floor boards from the porches. Unbroken locks on the doors. Living people.

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The walls were painted white, over old wallpaper that was beginning to peel. The entire room seemed to be made entirely of old wallpaper glue and rubbing alcohol. The floors were a glossy, yet filthy linoleum tile surface that no one bothered to clean anymore. The door was locked, bolted with various different contraptions that he couldn’t even fathom to decipher. The __windows__ weren’t even meant to open – not a lock or a hinge to be seen at all, just murky glass taunting him with the outside world.

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He was the first to find a way beyond the gates of the Annex. They had managed to make an escape from the basement labs to the lobby floorboards. But the process of pushing back even old floor planks took more seconds than he and his accomplices had anticipated, and by the time fugitives had found a makeshift home in an old workshop, they were all taken back as they had been in the very beginning. + + +

Once, he overheard a new voice, low and masculine, muttering something about him, he was sure, because the words //insolent// and //disobedient// and //rash// were said. The following day, he awoke to a cloth covering his eyes and a low, masculine voice telling him that he was part of //them// and that he needed to take those pretty little pills for __schizophrenia__. He hadn’t a clue who //they// were and what //they// wanted with him, but he knew that he wanted out. + + +

The staff and guards found old __medical records__ with hand drawn maps on the back, notes of possible allies and escape routes written in encoded text within the margins of the __paper__. Broken vials with its sharp-edged pieces used as knives. Bed springs stretched out to pick the locks. A myriad of proof his time and expertise under their wing. It was a shame, really. Lee had so much potential, until he proved to be damaged goods to the likes of them.

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He knew that all the __nurses__ had gone to their quarters about thirty-six thousand breaths after he heard the last click and clack of used syringes being taken back to wherever fade into the distance. He checked for perhaps 30 light switch castings just to make sure. Now, the entire room was dark, save for the murky-yellow tinted moonlight seeping inside + + +

One day, Lee was gone. The other taken barely seemed to notice after a few weeks, what with the use of the new suppresent drugs. The Infirmary had received a new test subject, after all.

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Lee slowly got up to where he hid all of the saved pills behind the slightly peeling __wall paper__ just behind his bed.  Then he took each and every pill until his entire body felt like pinpricks were poking at his every pore, even when the back of his skull began to tingle just so.And after some time, Lee left the infirmary for good.