"I gotta get out of here" he cried.
The room began to spin as he collapsed and sank against the wall. This was only the fourth time he had tried this method, and yet he was still shivering from the cold. Was only his fault he couldn't swim very well in the dark, he was just disoriented from being stuck in the room for so long.
"Now, now Mr. Stevens. No use getting all wet and miserable on my behalf." A voice softly chuckled above him.
Stevens could clearly see that the intercom in front of him was glowing red. It was just that he couldn't reach the response button from where he stood.
"Fine, I'll try this again."
Student of film. Student of writing. Still learning how one writes such stories. Yet, still fascinated about what it means to "write"
Learning how to write with extreme constraints is hard. Learning how to make sense is harder.
He ran into the room, his heart pounding, and his clothes soaking wet.