Chapter 9: Eat or be Eaten

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Frantically I try to open the pocket knife to its biggest setting, with escape time narrowing from becoming Breakfast for the Undead creatures, the unthinkable happens. The pocket knife drops from the webbing lying on the floor waking everyone around it. The metal clang rings in my ears again I lie completely still, I don't breathe. The creature approaches me, searching for signs of life, 30 seconds past, he wanders off. I needed a different passageway, I looked up all around me to search for a way out. Then, there it is, a ventilation shaft big enough for me to get through about a foot away from me. The creature is busy, I decide to try and pry the shaft door open with my feet, couple of tries later it loosens making space for me. I slide through the webbing trying to get through the silly-string chrysalis. My legs make, then my waist, my whole body is now in the shaft, I slowly close the door to the passageway and encounter through the vents looking for escape. An hour passes, I feel like I'm going in circles, I silently cuss to myself when, out of knowhere, a small cockroach appears, I'm startled by the insect but when it starts to pace off, I follow it. "Danny" (My new name for him) takes past several catacombs of deep metal in pitch black circumstances. Finally he leads me out, I see light and eagerly push through the exit of the shaft. With a heave the door becomes a non-obstacle. I see a empty medical lab and scientific research center through the halls of flickering lights. Blood and Guts on the floor, I see a heart still-beating near a door leading to the Chemistry department. I hear whispers coming from the distance, I creep around the ominous playground for the living nightmares to haunt, I finally see an open door with it I press my ear to it, eavesdropping. I hear a women's voice "We need a cure, "The Tectonic" is going to wipe us all out!" A man contemplating at the remark "What we need is someone immune, then we can reduplicate the regions of the Hippocamptus and find the stimulus of the cells through the "Tectonic" serum." Another man "I agree, I dont know if we have enough provisions to find someone who could lead the world out of this insane asylum." I walk in , "What the Hell is going on?" Everyone in the room is startled, a man aims a a Desert Eagle at me, he fires.

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