There were a bunch of us that found we had somehow awakened within a maze of darkened concrete walled chambers. Perhaps it was exhaustion come of a strain of unending pursuit by some adversary that it was near to impossible to identify? I only knew about myself of course. The others were simply voices bouncing about from other nearby enclosures as all were confined from knowing the truth of our collective situation by the fact of total darkness. There were unlocked doors in what one could easily liken to being some subterrestrial imprisonment. But the unexpected dimension of the heavy breath of felines of monstrous proportions lurking about motivated the phantom presences of our community to quickly choose one of two options. Close the doors and keep your back against it and hope that cat was on the outside rather than in the room with you. Or feel your way down unexplored corridors hoping to find an exist rather than a hungry tiger. Whoever had devised this torment had considered well in providing the maximum amount of unstoppable heart pounding terror. Take your own ultimate fate in your hands and blunder your way to a slim possibility of escape or simply wait entombed with your back against a closed but unlockable door. Fear in its many forms taking you over. The mental image of a hand unexpectedly brushing into a bristle of whiskers as you advance or worse yet back into a beast’s saliva’s spittle ridden jaws. A quick swipe with one of its razor sharp nailed paws and all one could hope for was that it would make the coup de grace quick rather than submit you as its morsel to some gruesome play.
Those who might be some slim chance of a miracle make it to the sight of exits of escape into the light of day forced by circumstances to travail large empty garages where an equally viscous presence was patiently awaiting. The traverse towards the street by most being interrupted by large viscous Rottweiller’s running at top speed eager for the kill. No time to look behind and evaluate one’s options as the beasts were out for blood. A few reaching the sidewalk where for some miraculous reason the four-legged hellions were reluctant to go. The impossibility of this feat shared by almost all of the remaining struck down within the periphery of what appeared to be the exterior of an urban high-rise anonymous within a forest of same. The continuation of escape carried out now on rooftops precariously avoiding the full impact of some inadvertent slip of the foot or the inability of gait to catch hold of a narrow ledge providing a temporal destination as home after an energetically desperate leap. One’s fortitude in such courageous play being finally rewarded by finding one’s self atop one to the taller cadre of old Art Deco towers long forgotten in the ignorance of everyday plain view sight. It was necessary to be doubly sure that one did not vault too far over the front ornamental retaining wall with too much force or risk finding insufficient roof hidden on the opposite side unable to stop one;s inertia. Once firmly seated finding it equally advisable to assist a small group of overly rotund Humpty Dumpty fellows unaware of the dangers of too vigorous a leap lest one blunder into you like a ten pin and bowl the both of you off into empty space over the edge. The task complete all sitting firmly upon their buttocks so quiet as to hear the whistling wind at this advanced altitude and collectively note the unsteadiness of the building’s sway an uneasy communal silence. Unable to escape from the clutches it seemed of some ever vengeful deity and its ceaseless proclivity to draw some new misfortune from an unfathomable bag of tricks.
The contrast of the conventionality of the interior of a top suite of a small penthouse being disturbed by occasional evidence that its illusory firmament being so dilapidate that lower floors were blatantly visible through holes in the oaken floor where the wood had given out. It was impossible ti determine if the unavoidable possibility of escape would recycle one back down in the same set of circumstances as suffered before? This hellish environment encompassing an inescapable set of challenges that seemed designed to wear down one’s resolve to resist the inevitable final end. One might ponder between elevated heartbeats if one had awakened from some lifelong unaccountable dream of blissful escape into the cold reality of an ever stalwart games avatar caught in some artfully coded reciprocating Hell? Condemned by some undetectable universal force of nature to suffer Promethean torment for no accountable reason beyond the chaotic perversity of that same unforgiving inexplicable vengeful nature. The totality of one’s essence designed only for an endless amount of equally unwanted challenges without any possibility of any real eventuality of ultimate escape? The thought entering one’s mind as to whether an earlier surrender to ignominious fate might have been more merciful than following the path of ones own animal survival? Instead finding one’s sell posed as a modern Petrushka that some overbearing unseen society could not take the time out to care a whit about? The only form of continued viable existence was to continue on pursued by the ever sharpened knife edge of an inexhaustible level of fear. What coice was there in human existence after all?