MidReal Story
Seven Nights of Survival
Scenario: 10 people are in a saw-like death game where they must survive 7 nights to escape
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I woke up in a room with no windows and no doors.
I was lying on the floor, my head resting on a pillow.
The walls were painted white, and the room was lit by a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
I sat up and looked around, but I couldn’t see anything that could help me get out of here.
I tried to remember how I got here, but my mind was blank.
The last thing I remembered was going to bed in my dorm room at the university.
I got up and walked around the room, feeling the walls with my hands.
There had to be a way out of here.
I knocked on the walls, hoping that someone would hear me and come to help me.
But there was no response.
I sat back down on the floor and tried to think of a way to get out of here.
There had to be a door somewhere, but I couldn’t see it.
Maybe it was hidden behind a bookshelf or something like that.
But there was nothing.
The walls were completely bare, no windows, no doors, just seamless white surfaces that seemed to stretch on forever.
I was about to give up and sit back down on the floor when I heard a noise.
It was coming from one of the walls, a soft scratching sound, like someone was trying to open a door that was stuck.
I walked over to the wall and pressed my ear against it.
The noise was definitely coming from the other side.
I knocked on the wall and called out, “Hello?
Is someone there?”
There was no response.
The scratching sound stopped.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Then the scratching started up again, more frantic this time.
I could hear a muffled voice on the other side of the wall, someone yelling for help.
“Let me out of here!
I don’t know where I am!
What is going on?”
I backed away from the wall, my heart pounding in my chest.
This was crazy.
Wherever I was, it was clear that I wasn’t alone.
Emily opened her eyes and blinked in the harsh light that filled the room.
She was lying on the floor, her head resting on a pillow that felt strangely thin and lumpy under her cheek.
She sat up and looked around, trying to get her bearings.
Her head was pounding, and her thoughts felt muddled, as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep.
She tried to remember how she got here, but her memories were fragmented and hazy.
The last thing she could recall was being at a party with her friends, Sarah and Mark, celebrating the end of their final exams at the university.
But how did she end up in this strange place?
Her heart started to race as she looked around the room.
It was completely empty except for the pillow she had been sleeping on.
There were no windows, no doors, nothing to break up the monotonous expanse of white walls that surrounded her on all sides.
She got to her feet and walked to the nearest wall, pressing one hand against it and running her fingers over the smooth surface.
It felt cold and unyielding under her touch.
She rapped her knuckles against the wall, hoping to hear a hollow sound that would suggest there was something hidden beneath the surface.
But the wall was solid, with no give or variation in texture.
She looked up at the ceiling, searching for any sign of a light fixture or air vent that might give her a clue as to where she was.
There was nothing, just more white walls stretching up into darkness.
She turned in a slow circle, scanning the room for any sign of an exit.
There was none.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
Panic wouldn’t help her right now.
She had to think logically if she was going to find a way out of this place.
But her mind was blank, as if some crucial piece of information was missing.
She couldn’t remember how she had gotten here, or what had happened to Mark and Sarah.
Emily breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for someone to come through the door, tell her it was all a joke, or at least give some explanation for their bizarre behavior.
But there was nothing.
The room was silent, except for the sound of her own breathing.
She tried to remember what had happened before she woke up in this strange place, but her memories were still jumbled and confused, as if they belonged to someone else.
She had been at a party with Sarah and Mark, celebrating the end of their final exams at university.
She remembered laughing and dancing, sipping on a beer that tasted flat and warm, even though she knew she shouldn’t be drinking alcohol.
But after that, everything was a blur.
Had she drunk too much and passed out?
It seemed unlikely, since she had only had one beer.
And even if she had been drunk, would Sarah and Mark really have carried her to this strange place and left her here alone?
The thought made no sense.
She shook her head, trying to clear away the lingering fog of sleep that clouded her thoughts.
There must be some other explanation, something she was missing.
Something that would tell her why she was here, and how she could get out.
Her eyes were drawn to the white walls, which seemed to stretch up to infinity.
The room was so simple, so stark, with no furniture or decoration of any kind.
It was as if someone had designed it to strip away any sense of comfort or familiarity, leaving only a blank canvas for her confusion and fear.
The silence was oppressive, broken only by the sound of her own breathing and the distant hum of an unknown source.
Something heavy settled in the pit of her stomach, pulling her down and anchoring her to the floor.
But she couldn’t stay there, curled up in a ball like an animal in a trap.
She had to do something, try to find a way out of this place before it was too late.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she got to her feet and began to explore the room.
Maybe there was something she had missed, some hidden door or secret passage that could lead her back to the world beyond these white walls.
But there was nothing.
No furniture, no personal belongings, not even a hint of what lay beyond the walls.
Emily stumbled to a stop in the center of the room, her eyes wide with panic.
How had she missed it?
There was nowhere to hide anything in this room, no way for it to get there without her noticing.
Which meant that there was only one possible explanation.
She was really and truly alone.
Her voice sounded thin and reedy in the silence, but she didn’t care.
Maybe Sarah and Mark were just on the other side of that wall, waiting for her to call out so they could come and get her.
Maybe it was all just some horrible mistake.
But there was no response.
Only the empty silence mocking her confusion.
Desperation clawed at her throat as she realized that she really was alone in this strange place.
And she had no idea how she got here, or how to get out.
Suddenly, the room felt very small and very big at the same time.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
With no other recourse, I decided to inspect the walls more closely, hoping to find some hidden exit that my initial search had missed.
My hands traced the seamless surface of the walls, but it revealed nothing new: no secret compartments, no hidden doors.
Only smooth white walls that reached up to the ceiling without any apparent break.
There had to be some way out of here; I just had to keep looking until I found it.
I tried to shake off the overwhelming sense of dread that threatened to paralyze me and continued my search of the room.
It’s not like I had any better ideas at the moment.
Maybe if I looked hard enough, I would eventually stumble upon some hidden exit that my initial search had missed.
There had to be some way out of this room; I just had to keep looking until I found it.
I moved around the room in a slow circle, each step feeling heavier and more uncertain than the last, as I searched for some sign of an exit or an escape route.
But the walls remained as featureless and impenetrable as ever, offering no clues or hints about what lay beyond them.
With a frustrated sigh, I slumped down on the floor, defeated momentarily by the unknown.
How had I ended up here?
The last thing I could remember was that we were at the party, and now I was alone in this room, with no idea how I got here or how to escape.
I felt a sudden wave of fear threatening to engulf me, and I fought against it with all my strength, determined not to panic, not until I had exhausted every other option.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, willing myself not to give in to the rising tide of fear and confusion.
If I was going to get out of here, I needed to think logically and rationally, and not let my emotions get the better of me.
It was easier said than done, but there was no other choice.
There had to be something I could do, some way to escape from this room, but what?
I racked my brain for any possible ideas, but came up empty each time, my memories of how I got there still shrouded in a thick fog that refused to clear.
But as I sat there on the floor, trying to push away the fear and uncertainty, a glimmer of hope pierced through the darkness of my despair.
I remembered that, as a child, my dad had taken me camping several times each summer, and that he had shown me some basic survival skills in case something ever happened when we were out in the woods together.
They were simple things, like how to build a fire or how to make a shelter out of branches, but they were coming back to me now, when I needed them most.
