This story is based off of the word luck . Warnings that apply: Horror, Slight gore, implied death
He looked around from his spot against the wall. He didn't know what happened. Actually, he did know what happened. He just couldn't come to terms with it.
Of course the experiments would escape. Every horror movie he'd watched told him that much. He just hoped it'd be when he no longer was on this world.
He didn't know how they got out. He just knew they did, and he was lucky enough to find a place to hide. Despite the fact that he couldn't use his right arm on account of those monsters getting a hit on him.
He looked down at the mangled piece of flesh that was once a limb. There was no way he'd be able to use his gun.
He just hoped he'd be safe enough in this room until someone could come and find him.
He jerked his head up, eyes wide when he heard a sound. Like claws scraping against the linoleum flooring.
He swallowed hard when he saw the glowing orange eyes in the darkness of the room.
He closed his eyes, accepting his fate as the grotesque creature came lunging towards him.
His luck was about to run out.
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