You walk among the yellow walls and carpets. You can’t remember how long you’ve been here. Their faces, the faces of your friends and family, have long since faded from your mind. As you walk through the strange building, you notice a glowing face, much like those you have dealt with before. You throw your flashlight, and when the creature chases it, you pull out your pistol. “Sorry, bud!” You say as you shoot the gun, “its survival of the fittest in this world!” You’ve done this multiple times, each time enjoying it more. You laugh at the corpse, and hid it just like you did the rest of your victims, INCLUDING YOUR FAMILY. You chop the creature into small chunks, and put it into a boiling pot. You then take the smoked chunks, and lift one to your mouth. You remember what life was like before you found this place. The cold concrete cell, the smooth metal bars. When you found this place, you were overjoyed to find all of the living beings in this world, knowing they were trapped in here with you.