Escape From The Psychiatric Hospital

I went to the hospital for a minor surgery, but when I woke up, I found myself locked inside a psychiatric hospital.

Just as I was about to look for a doctor or nurse to explain the situation, the intercom suddenly buzzed.

“There are currently 40 patients in this facility. The administration has discovered that impostors have infiltrated the group and are using up shared resources.

“Starting today, there will be one public vote each day. Everyone will work together to vote out the impostor. Anyone voted out will be executed on the spot.

“The voting period will last five days. If all impostors are eliminated within five days, the patients win and are allowed to survive.

“If the game ends and any impostors remain undetected, all patients will be wiped out and the surviving impostors will be safely released from the facility.”

What the hell? Wasn’t this a Werewolf game? Even psychiatric hospitals play this kind of game now?

Who in their right mind would pretend to be crazy here?

“Ding-dong! It’s medication time. All patients, please gather at the church on the first floor within ten minutes. Nurses will distribute the medication. Please be reminded that the blue pills are safe to take. The red pills are highly toxic. Those who take it by mistake will suffer intestinal rupture and die horribly, bleeding from inside!”

The intercom broadcast came on again, and everyone in the ward reacted as though they had received a signal, rushing out of their rooms.

I was pushed along by the crowd and could only follow them down to the church on the first floor.

I cautiously observed everyone around me.

Some were violently aggressive, attacking anyone in sight. Their limbs were shackled with heavy iron chains. Some were wildly unpredictable, laughing hysterically one second and suddenly slapping themselves in the face the next. Others seemed relatively normal, except they kept insisting that Warren Buffett had stolen their brain…

I muttered to myself, “Is there even a single normal person in here?”

While the nurse was handing out the medication, I seized the moment, rushed forward, grabbed her arm, and asked, “You’ve got the wrong person, right? I’m not sick. Why did you bring me here?”

Unexpectedly, the other patients started copying me. They surged forward in a mob.

“Yeah! We’re not crazy either! The crazy one is the world!”

The nurse frowned, then pulled out a stun baton from behind her back.

The moment the others saw it, they scattered like mice seeing a cat.

I was the only one left standing there, frozen.

Without another word, the nurse raised the stun baton and struck me, the one who had started it all.

Zzzt…

Electric current surged through my body. Every muscle twitched uncontrollably. I could not even tell whether what I felt was numbness or pain anymore.

After that lesson, I quickly became obedient and quietly held out my hand to take the pills.

Red pills? I got the toxic ones?

I looked around and realized everyone else was calmly swallowing their pills.

The medication took effect almost immediately.

Soon, two people started clutching their throats, making guttural, strangled sounds.

Their eyes widened in terror, blood vessels bursting into view until their eyeballs looked like they might pop out of their sockets any second.

Bang!

After a series of hoarse convulsions, the two collapsed almost at the same time.

Blood gushed from their eyes, noses, ears, and mouths like a dam breaking.

At first it was bright red, then darkened, thickened, and finally turned almost sludge-like.

Someone leaned in to look and immediately screamed in panic, “Those are their crushed internal organs!”