UVA (PT.1) Discovering UVA

Taking the turn, I trip and clap into a group of metal trash bins. The landing wasn't so graceful, as everything has gone everywhere without the least bit tranquility. I gaze around to find my best escape. The night's a beautiful one, there's one plus. The brick walls encasing these alleyways crack and crumble to their exposure of nature's elements. The left half of my face, where I attempted to turn, is illuminated by a light blue. The source is coming from the lights perching over a door. They say nothing, just three light blue squiggles.

I look down the way I came from just in time to see the two who have been chasing me. Both are cloaked in black, sporting a ski mask for each. One is bouncing a crowbar in his left hand, while the other is carrying a silver pistol. I doubt they're selling cookies, or probably anything I'll be interested in. So I pick my sprawled ass up and dart for the blue squiggles. Getting to the door, I notice a steel box screwed over the door handle. I try to pull the handle when the box opens.

"Please place thumb."

"What?" I look to my right, the men are just now getting to the turn.

"Please place thumb."

No time. I plant my thumb on the black screen inside of the opened box. I feel a bit of heat followed by a prick. The men are running to me. The door unlatches. I pull the door as one grabs my arm. I yank back. My face meets his other arm. Well, almost, because my face actually meets the weight of the crowbar. I slap to the ground. I pull my head up to see the pair, one readying his gun. Bastards want to kill me! I check my surroundings again. Debris, lots of it, everywhere, including the trash bins. The squiggle line door perched half open. Again, a beautiful night, ah...

I jump for a lid then frisbee it at the men. The gunner is thumped in the head and I would of cracked up had my life not been in crisis. His wits are coming back and I still haven't found my exit. The door! I lurch behind it, but grope to find no handle. I hide behind it until I decide where I'll go next. Inside the building is too dark to see. Then gunfire echoes. Before my ears can adjust a buzzer goes off. The squiggly blue lines above my door go red. I'm about to peek over the door when it kicks, as if it fired a cannon. The kick grabs my shoulder and spins me face-planting into concrete.

I pull myself to my feet, again, to see the two men. They're on the ground, baked. I mean, incinerated! I go back to the door, but it slammed shut when it kicked. It now has a fresh bullet hole, but the entire door is giving off a hot glow. I pull the handle, box opens.

"Please place thumb."

I place thumb. I get pricked. Door unlatches, I step one foot in. It's pitch black, I wouldn't know if the walls were an inch or a mile away. I step my right foot in, the door follows with a slam. I freeze. Seconds pass. I'm dead, why am I exploring? I take a blind step forward. As my foot taps the ground, the room fills with a light blue

"Welcome to UVA."