Don't go into the men's bathroom

Upon entering the bathroom, a labyrinth maze of stained walls, tattered urinals and vomit inducing toilets (oh the joys of the men’s toilets) I was greeted by the sounds of distant rapping almost as though it was calling me from the distance. After reliving myself, the rapping still ever present was acting almost like a beacon, a light bulb if you will and I, the curious moth, driven by attraction and desire. Following the sounds till it became ever louder I entered a small room off behind one of the toilet stalls. I held my breath as though sinking deeper underwater to avoid the unpleasant sensation from filtering into my nostrils and vomiting up the rest.
After exiting, I was in the giant dining room. A cafeteria like many schools, pale, grey and bland. The lights attached to the very high ceiling shined brightly like stars that littered the night sky. However, after entering I was met by serene silence and this sublime emptiness. For there was no rapper, nor was there anyone else. No person, no sound, or any substantial evidence of life on this barren, Mars like planet. It was as if I was the prey now in the coils of the hunter. I turned back around and found the entrance for which I came from had vanished. Replaced by just another brick in the wall.
In understanding my predicament, I scanned the encompassing area that my vision did allow me to view. No exits or signs besides two large glass doors on the left, leading to the outside world. The sun, breaking its way into the room illuminated a yellow carpet, another beacon that beckoned me forward. Seeing no other option, I ventured forth once again, hoping the outside world would be where the inhabitants of this world occupied.
After leaving behind the empty cafeteria and being met by a still, gentle, and warm breeze I tasted the air. It was salty, as though it was trying to assault my tongue. I was now faced with a large green park. It was nothing but green for as far as the eye could see. A field with no trees, wooded area or even buildings. No signs of human life. I turned back around to try and find comfort in some familiarity the cafeteria provided, only to be returned to my reality of bitter emptiness. The building that housed the cafeteria had gone. In its place, a blank empty field.
I scoured the landscape in search of anything. That was when I turned around to where I had first looked at the blank empty field. Like plastic figures, all neatly in order, lined up like Nazis in idle worship of their great Fuhr there they were, the people. Faceless, all dressed in school uniform, both girl and boy. All around my age. Their blank faces, all pointed like rifles towards the sky, as though gazing at the sun for too long had melted their faces.
I walked like a stranger amongst the masses, as though I had intruded upon a secret society that I was not welcomed in. Upon closer inspection, the children, their hair, their height, their body types, hand structures and even their uniform whether messy or well preserved was all different. Everything but the face or lack there off, the empty void in the space centre of their head without form or even the bare resemblance of what could even be describe as once human. They were no longer human. Still like a rock in the river stream, they stood in what I assume was in conformed absolution of their divine sun. The endless river of bodies stretched far beyond what my eyes limited me to see, but every space was occupied like a child’s first experiments with colour on the page.
I squeezed in between the suffocating noose of blank children that grew tighter and tighter with each passing of another faceless child. Seemingly getting tighter around my lungs with each one I passed. My lungs began to panic with each bit of air they dragged kicking and screaming in. The frenzy of the breathing was the only sound the littered the otherwise death like silence that surrounded me, like a solider trudging out of the trenches and into the harsh and unforgiving wasteland. I was at the mercy of my environment. My lungs found it harder to even take in any air, instead, they were being filled with water. I looked down at my feet to find they were now gone, replaced by a tail like black mass underneath the blue ocean. I looked up and was surrounded by rising water. The beating sun, the endless ocean. As the water began to overtake my jaw and reach its cold hands around my neck, I was forced like a lonely puppet on one string attached to my forehead to look up and gaze once again at the sun. The sun offered me salvation, a prevention from drowning. I floated like a leaf on the surface of the blue lake. But my heart, my lungs all relinquished their panic and frenzied anxiety that overtook my whole body. I had comfortably submitted myself to the depths. My body and mind became one with the elements. I was like a baby in their frozen fatherly arms. But at least I was no longer suffocating. I was alone. At peace and so very alone.