Grace Saunders
10-14-2024, 09:40 PM
One fateful evening, Peter made a break for it. The tall, gray walls of the mental hospital had held him captive for too long. His heart raced as the cool air brushed against his skin, a stark contrast to the stifling confinement he'd endured. The moon cast a pale glow over the hospital grounds, the shadows playing tricks on his eyes as he navigated through the maze of buildings. His bare feet whispered against the dew-kissed grass, and he could almost taste the sweet taste of freedom just within his grasp.
He'd spent hours plotting his escape. His mind, though deemed 'retarded' by the doctors, was sharp and cunning. Peter was aware of his limitations, but he also knew that he didn't belong there. He was a survivor, a creature of habit and routine, and the monotony of hospital life had only honed his instincts. Despite his small stature and pot belly, he had the strength of a man twice his size, a result of his fierce determination and the daily battles he faced within the hospital's cruel environment.
Now, outside the hospital's gates, Peter had one objective: find Sarah. He had overheard a nurse mention her name in a hushed conversation, and something about it had resonated deep within him. Sarah was a symbol of a past he couldn't forget, a life before the stark white walls and the endless rounds of medication. He knew she was out there, somewhere, and he had to find her.
But freedom came with its own monsters. Nemesis, a towering figure of authority, had caught wind of Peter's escape. The hospital's head of security, Nemesis was a cold, unyielding man with a reputation for tracking down escapees without mercy. His stern eyes had often pierced through Peter during his captivity, and now they sought him from the shadows of the night. Peter felt the weight of his fear, a tangible force pressing against his chest like a heavy boulder. Yet, the thought of recapture was more terrifying than the unknown that lay beyond the hospital's perimeter.
He'd spent hours plotting his escape. His mind, though deemed 'retarded' by the doctors, was sharp and cunning. Peter was aware of his limitations, but he also knew that he didn't belong there. He was a survivor, a creature of habit and routine, and the monotony of hospital life had only honed his instincts. Despite his small stature and pot belly, he had the strength of a man twice his size, a result of his fierce determination and the daily battles he faced within the hospital's cruel environment.
Now, outside the hospital's gates, Peter had one objective: find Sarah. He had overheard a nurse mention her name in a hushed conversation, and something about it had resonated deep within him. Sarah was a symbol of a past he couldn't forget, a life before the stark white walls and the endless rounds of medication. He knew she was out there, somewhere, and he had to find her.
But freedom came with its own monsters. Nemesis, a towering figure of authority, had caught wind of Peter's escape. The hospital's head of security, Nemesis was a cold, unyielding man with a reputation for tracking down escapees without mercy. His stern eyes had often pierced through Peter during his captivity, and now they sought him from the shadows of the night. Peter felt the weight of his fear, a tangible force pressing against his chest like a heavy boulder. Yet, the thought of recapture was more terrifying than the unknown that lay beyond the hospital's perimeter.