Mark's P. O. V.
We haven't seen a single piece of shelter anywhere. I look at Dylan. She looks worse. Her face is so pale and her breathing is ragged. Opal ran ahead of us because he's smaller he can get through the branches a lot more easier. A minuet later he comes crashing back through the bushes. His face all red from running. He yells, "guys! guys, I found shelter. I found shelter. Come on, follow me!". He runs back into woods. We're all following behind him. We come into a clearing, stop, and stare in complete shock. The shelter that Opal found is an Asylum. I count the floors. Eight. Its all wrapped up in old vines. The windows and the entrance to it is boarded shut. I look at the boards and say, "Jonathan, Opal, help me tear down these boards". We walk up to the door and rip the boards off piece by piece. We get all of them off. Underneath the boards is a big wooden door. I put my hand on the doorknob and pull. The door opens up with a squeak!. I hold them open for everyone else to go inside then I go inside myself. As go inside I can't help but think-What's an asylum doing on an island?
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Make It Out Alive
ParanormalThe wooden floorboards creak underneath my footsteps as I walk down the abandoned hallway, my flashlight swinging back and forth in front of me. The cold air from the hallway seeps through my already wet cold clothes, making me shiver. I'm almost at...
