The Hospital (Sam and colby)

The great escape

 Ignoring the pain that shot through his body, Colby sprinted towards the steel safe in the corner of the room. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, each beat echoing in his ears as he approached. The heavy door swung open, revealing the treasure he had sought for so long: a black bag nestled within the velvet embrace of the safe's interior. His hand trembled as he reached inside, the cold metal handle of the bag meeting his sweaty palm.

He knew that whatever was contained within this bag held the key to saving Sam. The creature, now recovering from his blow, let out an unearthly screech that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Its shadowy form grew and distorted in the flickering light, becoming even more terrifying. But Colby didn't falter. He knew that every second counted, and he had to get out of here with the bag.With the bag clutched tightly to his chest, Colby sprinted for the door. His legs felt like they were made of lead, and his lungs burned with every breath, but he didn't dare slow down. The creature lurched towards him, its movements jerky and unpredictable. He could feel its cold, clammy breath on the back of his neck, smelling of decay and despair. The door was so close, the metal handle taunting him with its proximity.He slammed into the door with his shoulder, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his bruised body. It swung open with a screech that seemed to pierce the silence of the abandoned hospital. The hallway stretched before him, a labyrinth of peeling wallpaper and flickering lights. The echoes of his own breaths and the monster's heavy footsteps filled his ears as he dashed down the corridor, the cold floor biting at his feet.Colby's mind raced as he tried to remember the path he had taken to reach this chamber of horrors. Each turn looked the same, each door a potential exit or a trap. The creature's screeches grew louder, and he could feel the vibrations of its pursuit shaking the walls around him. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic drumbeat that matched the rhythm of his racing thoughts.The lights flickered more erratically as he sped through the hospital's deserted corridors, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls. The air grew colder, carrying with it the scent of antiseptic and the cries of forgotten souls. His eyes darted from side to side, searching for any sign of a way out. The bag, now heavier than ever, bounced against his chest with each step, a constant reminder of the burden he carried. The knowledge that Sam's life hung in the balance pushed him to keep moving, to find a way to escape this nightmare.The creature's footsteps grew closer, the sound of its nails scraping against the floor like a knife on a chalkboard. Colby's breaths came in short, sharp gasps, the strap of the bag digging into his shoulder. Each turn he took brought a new wave of dread, but he couldn't stop, couldn't think of anything but putting distance between himself and the monster that pursued him. His legs burned with fatigue, his body begging for rest, but he willed himself to keep moving.And then, without warning, everything went black.

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