~27~

~Megan’s pov~

-Hey! You!

Said a loud voice while approaching me. I was crawling on the floor holding my left injured arm with my hand. I tried standing up, but my bruised legs did not help. I saw a pole in front of me. I crawled faster and faster as they were getting closer. “They shouldn’t get me! I shouldn’t die now!” I thought inside my head before screaming out of pain. I finally could hold onto the pole and run away with all the breath that I had. My left arm was all drenched in blood. This place! There must be an exit!

All the doors that I found, only leaded to another room that has another door. Just like a labyrinth that I could never go out from. But I must find my way out! I rushed to another door, as soon as I opened it:

-You think you’re going to make it? Ha! Ha! Ha! You know how precious your value is! Of course, you ain’t going out of here!

Said a well build old man standing in front of me. With his gun in his hand, prepared to kill at any second.