Michaels POV

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"This was no accidental poweroutage." The man next to me whispers. He was an older looking man, maybe in his 50s or 60s.

"What do you mean?" I gave his a questioning look even though he couldn't see it.

"Someone in here is not who they say they are. The electrical lines were cut by someone, and the doors were glued shut somehow i dont know but keep your mouth shut. If people find out they will--" the man gets cut off by the sound of someone behind us sobbing. I turn to find Ellie running towards me balling her eyes out. She says that there was a man next to her holding a gun to her head.

That took me by surprise. She was just held at gunpoint by this sick man, and he got away. Ellie could've just died. Whoever this criminal is, could've just killed Ellie. My heart aches at the thought. Weeks ago, i would've cared less but i wow actually mad, sad, and scared for her more than i am for myself. I now make the decision that i will do anything i can to protect her tonight, no matter what it takes.

"Dont tell anyone about this okay? Maybe it was just your imagination." I tell her so maybe she'll worry less.

We continue walking hand in hand, when we reach a supply closet. Ight now this closet smelled like asshole times 10, but not that it wasnt already sick enough, there were two rotting, dead bodies lying on the floor. Each one covered in blood. Who would do

This!?

The manager surprisingly calmly threw the crazy mans dead body into the closet and locks the door.

Just as you hear the door lock, someone was screaming at the top of their lungs in the bathroom. Oh shit. I let go of Ellie's hand and start sprinting to the bathroom then stop in my tracks. I cant just leave Ellie!

I turn around and run back shining my flashlight and grab Ellie's shoulders.

"Whoever this man is, hes in the bathroom. So i need you to stay out here and hide." I say shining the flashlight in her face, which surprisingly she didnt flinch or squint.

"MICHAEL NO I WILL N--" she begins to protest.

"Ellie theres no arguing. Youre staying out here. I dont want you getting hurt" I tell her softly.

"I CANT BELIEVE YOU WOULD JUST LE--" i cut her off again.

"Ellie please just trust me." I tell her getting a little more angry with the fact that she wont just listen.

"WHY SHOULD--" she begins.before i can think, i lean in and kiss her. Full on the lips. I grab her waist and pulled her in closer and she was really tense, but after a few seconds her body became calm, and i pulled away.

She stared at me in shock.

"Stay here." I repeat, pointing my flashlight over to a big cage filled with inflatable balls. She nods her head and walks over to the cage and climbs in. Wow i didn't expect her to actually go in it but okay..

I turn and begin sprinting to the bathroom. When i walk in, i see that there is no one in there. What?

I walk through the restroom, pointing my flashlight around. I start at mine and ellies stall door and kick it open. Nothing. The next i kick open: nothing. The next one i kick open: nothing. The last one i kick open: a pregnant woman, mouth taped with duct tape. Stabbed all in her pregnant stomach. I turned away. That is one of the most tragic things i have ever seen. I think im gonna puke. I grab her wrist to feel her pulse if she even had one. SHE DID! I look back up at her face and see a terrified look on her face. I rip the duct tape off her lips.

"Are you okay? Oh my god of course you're not okay! What can i do!" I bombard this poor woman with questions. All she does is tilt her head backwards and look up. Then her pulse stops.

I let go of her wrist. Not sure what just happened. My hearts beating so fast.

I study her just to be positive that shes really dead. Then find her face still terrified and looking upward. Thats when i feel something drip on my shoulder. A red drop onto my white shirt. Then another. I turn my head slowly upward in horror as i see around 8 people. All nailed to the ceiling.

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~melina

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