FIrst of all, the goddamn lights wouldn’t stop flickering. But really, lights were the least of my worries.

I scrambbled across the dirty floor with my shaknig hands drenched with blood that warmed my hands, although they felt cold as ice.

The glass played dangerously as i shifted my knees just a slight inch. More wounds in my legs. I groaned loudly and again screamed for help. “Please! Just please!” I sobbed, “What did i do?”

The buzzer sounded again. “No!” I yelled. The hatch above me breifly opened and more broken glass thundered down on my body, cutting me open in all the wrong places.
I sniffed up my messy tears and sunk my hands back into the growing pile of glass shards. It was near in=mpossible to feel anything but with the tip of my finger i felt more than just glass.

A key was grasped tightly in my hand and i slid my body slowly towards the locked door. The key slid in the rusty keyhole noisily. My body lurched forward into the next room and i finnaly lost consciousness. *