Trapped
I’m trapped here. I’m pretty sure I built this wall. These bricks. This cement.
Oh, hey, I probably used these tools. There’s some quick-dry cement here... and some extra bricks... and a pointy spatula-thing. Yup. I probably made this wall.
Wonder why I didn’t build it with myself on the outside.
Huh.
Well, I probably had a reason. Maybe there’s a monster or something out there. Or Nazis. Or zombies.
Still, I would have liked to have left me something to eat. And drink.
Maybe a toilet.
There’s not a lot of room in here either. How long do I have to wait until it’s safe? If I’d been expecting not to remember anything, you think I would have remembered to leave myself a note. And more to read by than this bare light bulb.
And... and there are no tools here for breaking out. Just for building. And one light. Did I build a catch into the wall, a secret way to break out?
...
Nope.
Maybe someone else built the wall, and left the tools in here to trick me.
Or maybe I wanted to make damn sure I never left.
I’ll have to think about this.