So there I lay on the floor, as frightened as could be. Not a single thought scattering through my mind. Staring up at her made me feel nauseous. With every second passing, the more morbid this scene felt. She slowly leans in closer to me, and quietly whispers "3 days left". I push her away as she tries to choke me with both hands. I quickly pick myself up and make a run for it. Did I survive? Did I make it?
