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5 Wonderous Words

I crept through the crowded corridor, an adrenaline rush coursing through me. My hand trailed along the solid stone wall, and as I walked I could hear the trickles of water running down the walls. I shuffled my feet because it was to dark to see and I didn't want to fall into some sudden drop off or endless pit. My teeth were chattering and I stuck to the right side of the wide tunnel. As I got deeper into the cave my hands trembled, and I watched all the fresh plant growth diminish into just stone. I didn't want to go down into the tunnel, but I needed to escape. He was coming after me. I would never be free again for what I did. I heard a loud clang behind me and jump before quickening my step. My heart beats faster and I decide to stop shuffling and risk it because it was too loud and slowed me down. As I sped down the tunnel I heard running feet and turned to look before realizing I couldn't see anything. While turning back around I tripped on a stone and flew into the air bracing myself for the painful landing that was inevitable. After a couple seconds I opened my eyes and felt the wind on my face, not long after realizing I had been falling. My heart began to race, faster and faster. Realizing I was in panic mode I tried to take deep breaths but I couldn't even take a shallow one. My heart raced and I blacked out.