They forced him up and made him walk out of the door, although his legs were tired. Why did they have to bring him here in the middle of the morning? You'd think the sheriff would have brought him to his personal keepings after that conversation but instead they are making him leave the hospital in the middle of the night while his legs are giving out. Just perfect!
As they were heading out, he kept getting bumped into the railing, which led to an indoor garden, and they were also 5 floors up, so it made no sense they were so careless with him.
"Do you have any partners or friends?" One of the guards asked if he was the bald guy with black sunglasses and a black suit like the other guy who was holding his left shoulder.
"I have my mom," he said silently, still disoriented.
"Okay so a little warning: we are going to fake your death. This is very private and if anything were to get out, we'd have to kill you the sherriff ourselves and everybody involved." He said it strictly and so casually, like killing themselves was not much of a big deal.
"How could you say that so casually?" He asked. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you only. So it's better to keep that mouth shut, buddy." He said quickly. As they went down the steps, he was practically dragged, hitting his body on steps, which stung a lot. And he didn't say a single word.
They reach the entrance and then the car, which was one of those long black ones you'd see celebrities come out of and wonder how they function in traffic. He is thrown in and the comfy seats broke his fall. They seemed to be made out of good silk or leather.
"Oh, you must've gone out with this padding, huh?" he said, laughing to himself, knowing nobody would hear him. "Thanks, I got that from slaves in Zimbabwe." The man in the front said the front was blocked so nobody could see it.
Johnny looked at his hands and realized they didn't even cuff him. As they are driving, he walks around because it looks like some sort of mini house. There is a huge table in front of him with a fridge to the side.
As he gets up and opens the fridge and sees it's packed full of snacks and water, he wonders if it's possible that the guards live in this car. It'd be nice just to sleep and chill and hang out with friends while somebody drives around; it must be such a good feeling.
He saw the outside, which, instead of being lavish outside night cities, was a dark forest where it looked like the road he crossed and almost died in. Wait, what happened to Bob? Hopefully this is a good universe where he is dead and the weight is dropped from his shoulders.
"Hey, what happened to my 'friend' Bob? " Johnny asked casually, waiting to hear the gospel.
"He's alive and healthy?" the men in the front say casually.
Johnny's smile dropped down to the ocean and he fell to his knees wondering what he did for this to happen. He was a good Christian praying man and sure, he drank out in nightclubs but not enough for the torture of him being alive and having to carry his cross!
No, he must not. He mustn't. He must not freak out during this time of sadness. But it was getting so hard to be; he slowly got up and went to the fridge to sinfully gorge himself with food.
"This should help me." He said he was getting away in the hope that it would remove his thoughts. Maybe he could lobotomize himself so that he could just forget anything exists.
It looks like they arrived as they entered through iron gates and the slow driving stopped. Johnny wondered how far away they were for it to take this long and if it was possible for him to escape. Actually, no, that's a bad idea; he'd just be hunted for the rest of his life.
What did he do to be so unfortunate?
The door opened and Johnny went out to see something straight out of Jurassic Park. The base was big with soldiers all around it and barbed wire and fences hanging like it was being protected. Maybe it was a real-life SCP Foundation that he would play on Steam.
But he didn't have enough time to wonder as he got hit on the head and placed down on the ground, where he was cuffed and forced back up and pushed forward toward the building. Inside were a bunch of doors that showed what was inside. Some people were in a business meeting, other people were opening a portal and other people were being tested on.
Eventually they reach the lobby, where a lady stood at the counter typing away at the keyboard. "Hello, how may I help you?" She asked calmly. She wore a white shirt and had her brown hair in a bun.
"Hello so send this to Mr. Hoofman." He said, showing Johnny to the lady like he was a package gift. "Why are you addressing me like a box?" Johnny asked, looking at him. But the guy just ignored him. He was then dumped on the ground and they left. Johnny waited in the blue chairs by the entrance of the lobby, not wanting to do anything wrong so his life could be preserved.
Finally the sheriff man arrived, who Johnny assumed was called Mr. Hoofman from what he heard. He was called and he got up and followed the sheriff, who was a very talkative guy and asked how he was doing and talked about the purpose of this facility. "Our facility named S.C.P., which stands for secure contain protect, was built by my grandfather long ago to contain creatures that could harm the general public." He said, smiling. They eventually reached a section that was a hallway that had a bunch of doors on the right side.
He stopped at a random one in the middle. "This is your new home!" He said smiling and threw up keys, which Johnny almost failed to catch because he was still cuffed. Opening the door was a basic white place with a bed a desk drawers closet. The sheriff quietly uncuffed him. "Also here is this remote. It customizes your room to your liking." He said, giving him the remote, which looked too complex to be in this day and age of 2016.
The sheriff waved goodbye and Johnny was left there with the remote.