It was impossible to navigate the dim, depressing labyrinth of tunnels and corridors. Every turn revealed a dead end or a locked door. The more I ran, the less uncertain i became of my exact location.
I heard footsteps pounding in the distance, getting closer with each waking moment. Sirens wailed and the words “CODE RED. JOHN DOE ON THE MOVE” blared from an intercom system. I knew of I did not find an escape route, the people who brought me here would take me back.
As I ran, perceived a familiar sound in the distance, a rattle followed by a whoosh. Without thinking, I sprinted towards it.
I crossed paths with an older man. His fire red eyes met with my electric blue eyes. That single glare looked as if he was thirsty for blood, probably mine. The all of the sounds drowned out; all of my focus diverted to this apparition. His face seemed vaguely familiar.
Snapping out of my daze, remembered my current objective- to get out of here alive. I bolted off and swung open the next door I came across. I slammed it behind me and didn’t look back. I followed the annex and ascended up the flight of stairs that it lead me to.
Hoping this would be the last door separating me from my freedom, I turned the knob and opened it. A slight grin appeared on my face as the familiar sounds became clear. I was in Penn Station, and the sounds were the trains in the subway terminals. Trying to blend in, I exited Madison Square Garden and walked among the New York City crowd.
I heard footsteps pounding in the distance, getting closer with each waking moment. Sirens wailed and the words “CODE RED. JOHN DOE ON THE MOVE” blared from an intercom system. I knew of I did not find an escape route, the people who brought me here would take me back.
As I ran, perceived a familiar sound in the distance, a rattle followed by a whoosh. Without thinking, I sprinted towards it.
I crossed paths with an older man. His fire red eyes met with my electric blue eyes. That single glare looked as if he was thirsty for blood, probably mine. The all of the sounds drowned out; all of my focus diverted to this apparition. His face seemed vaguely familiar.
Snapping out of my daze, remembered my current objective- to get out of here alive. I bolted off and swung open the next door I came across. I slammed it behind me and didn’t look back. I followed the annex and ascended up the flight of stairs that it lead me to.
Hoping this would be the last door separating me from my freedom, I turned the knob and opened it. A slight grin appeared on my face as the familiar sounds became clear. I was in Penn Station, and the sounds were the trains in the subway terminals. Trying to blend in, I exited Madison Square Garden and walked among the New York City crowd.
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