April 6th 2014 (sunday)
Location : unknown
She hoped it was just another nightmare on an average Sunday night after a dose of Tim Burton movies, but reality had to be embraced when she sensed there were no signs of waking up.
At this point she was well aware of the remaining two options she had, fight or flee.
The first choice required guts, brains and brawn. She had guts and brains alright but lacked brawn, afterall the gym was just another three lettered word to her.
Microseconds raced faster transforming into minutes, and by each passing second the banging of the door increased weakening and disfiguring it further.
It didn't take long before the door give in to the commands, and in one final heave it was open ajar.
That's the secret with wooden door's, they have a limited room for intense horizontal exaggeration.
Some drops of the torrential downpour found their way into the warmth of the calm indoors as a result of the non forgiving gushing windstorm.
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