Your chance to escape disappeared a long time ago, and trying to make a run for it now would be suicide. You tell yourself you would be better off staying here and hoping for the best, that the metal of the computers surrounding you is the best protection you could ask for under the circumstances. You steady yourself and flatten yourself to the ground as much as possible, covering your head as much for protection as to try to block out the deafening screaming.
There is an eerie moment of almost silence as one of the assault rifles is reloaded before you hear metallic sparks, splintering wood, and bursting plastic as bullets fly through the booth and rattle every cell in your body. There is a sickening slapping, splashing noise as the tiny metal teeth sink into your flesh. You feel like a fool as you realize that you just waited around for your own slaughter.
Your vision fades out and you swear you can hear someone screaming your name as your vision fades to black. That voice sounds so familiar... but when you look around in the crawl space around you, you realize you are taking your final breaths alone.
You died.
Respawn?
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The Rat in the Maze (Poofless-esque)
FanfictionYou know he doesn't love you - so it he worth taking a bullet for? A Poofless short story in the form of a choose-your-own-adventure book. While this is not my best work, it was very entertaining to make and I might do more projects in this format i...
