As the door slams shut behind me, I set my eyes on the door in front.
The hallway is wide, and white, and plain, and I feel like a black blot on pristine paper.
I pick at the thin, clingy dark jumper I'm wearing, marvelling at how dark it looks against the perfect white walls and my pale skin.
I start off down the corridor at brisk walk. This mission is important, so many of us have tried and failed, but this corridor looks so normal.
Nothing like the classic swinging axes and not so classic invisible electric fences I've encountered.
I can do this.
Suddenly, my keenly trained eye spots cogs and wires sticking out a small hole in the white wall.
What-
As if I triggered a bomb, the walls begin close in on me.
God dammit! They warned me about this.
Squashing myself desperately against the gradually moving wall in an effort to restrain it, my desperately searching eyes land on the door, which lies at the end of this trapped corridor.
What a stroke of genius, this security system is, though it may be a bit of a mess to clean up afterwards, I think, wrinkling my nose at a large, brownish red smear on the left wall.
I wriggle around and realise that the walls are still open enough for me to run down.
Sprinting and sprinting down the corridor, the walls scraping my narrow shoulders. Meters feel like miles in this gradually shrinking hellhole, and I push forward until the walls begin to close so much that I can't keep running this way.
I'm too far from the door.
I desperately claw my way forward, eyes bulging, lungs burning, breaths coming in withered pants as I recede into panic.
I'm going to die.
I can see the exit, and I squirm towards it, as the walls begin to close in and crush my bones.
My hand sticks out the door into open air.
I'm so close.
Yet so far.
And as the walls close to meet, I know that's all they'll find of my remains.
