Chapter 3.

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Selina slammed the door and stood with her back to it; sweat beads drip down to the ground. Come on! Please don't have a panic attack here, not now! Selina's breathing increasing rapidly, Selina, come on, remember to slow down your breathing and take long deep breaths. 

What are my options; I can continue on, I don't know how long this track goes on for, there could be another doorway or another pile of rubble where the ceiling has come in, my torch isn't going to hold on for much longer before I am completely blind; so that leaves the other option... the door. I have my training, just burst in, and just keep swinging. One last roll of the dice, the old battery trick, if this works, I stand a chance. Selina took the AA batteries out rubbed them in her hands and switched the battery's around, click, success. One a count of three, 1... 2... 3! Torch on and baton extended...

The man sideswiped her and they hit the ground, Selina cracked her head off a pallet.

Warm, dizzy blackness took ahold, her last fading image is of a blood soaked man standing over her, staring, the blackness takes a hold.

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