Chapter 4 | Alone

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A dim dot a light, slowly came towards me, only finally to my knowledge of waking up. I looked around the room I was in. Just an ordinary patients room. My first thought was to get my phone out of my bag, but I was stripped down to what I was wearing. So I yelled to see if anyone heard me and was coming my way. Sadly not.
Surprisingly, the room I woke up in had tons of furniture and tools. I looked around the room and armed my self with just a old, rusty rod and a single match I found in a cabinet. I light the match and the walls were covered in words. I couldn't make any out, like someone lost their mind and wrote their life on the wall. I stumbled out of the room, still dazed from the gas. I yelled yet again, but no answer.
I walked down the hall, ready in a fighting position, just in case someone popped around a corner. With only my match light, I can see only moon light from broken Windows and holes in the walls.
As I walked through a door way, I hit a receptionists counter. I tried to see if the computer worked and I could check the cameras. Hopefully find someone that way, but the pc was busted. I looked in each room, seeing if someone was sitting their, scared and confused.
As I walked down a hall to reach a staircase, I swore I heard a voice from someone, almost sounding like Kitt. I yelled "Anyone here with me?!", and again no awsner. I was very disappointed to hear nothing.
I made my way to the stairs and most of the steps either had huge cracks in them or there was just no steps there in the first place. I walked up, carefully and quietly, and reached the next floor. I was very hopefull in find one of my friends up here. I scanned each room, listening and looking through each pile. On the very last hallway, I heard someone yelling help in a terrified voice. I rushed over to the room only to find something very important to me.

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