Room 313

The setting was undefined, all were projecting their nothingness. Suddenly, there was a silent alarm. We started running through the spiral corridor going up, finding the right room in search for the tool that is ought to be kept. There was clear earnest. The day was adept, all were searching.

I knew the room, I had the advantage. It was my room. I ran through the door and opened room 313. As I went inside, I noticed the room was the center of it all. The spiral corridors seen, walls of the room were transparent. I could not sense any other doors as the corridor spirals over the room. A usual room in appearance; there was a television, the door, a couch, a bed, books, and the tool that is ought to be kept. I switched the television on, but looking at the tool. Nobody came; there wasn't anyone at all. I heard an unfamiliar sound, I muted the television, expecting. The dog was growling on the other side of the door, striking it with intent. I added locks to the door. The dog threw two books that passed through the door, aiming at me. I sat on the bed with my gun. The dog's rage disappeared and I saw it running through the spiral corridor, going up. It jumped and passed through the non-existent ceiling. It did not bother the tool, it growled, looking with an intent to kill. I shot it. It bit my hand, it bit me. There was blood.

I woke up on the bed, my blood spilling all over the place. I saw law enforcements around, but a bloody general was dead sitting leaning on his gun, above the shot dog. Nearby, there was a lieutenant lady bleeding profusely, blood gushing out of the ear and eyes open; she was moving, but she showed no sign of soul. I did not witness what happened, I blanked. I did not know who did it or if I did it. The door was hanged open.

I didn't bother knowing if what I was protecting was taken away. I just looked around the room and it ended.