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"Bloody hell, Will! You are way too fucking heavy to carry." I yell as I run through the dark halls, trying to find stairways, while I carry him on my shoulders.

"Just move faster, Daniel! He is still on our tail!" For at least the past hour, a patient from the murder hall had been chasing us, but I guess it is also a good thing because he chased us up two stories. Will and I have about three more stories to climb to get to Cassie.

"William! Hand me the gun already!" I shout to him. I truly do not want to kill anybody, but right now, I have no choice. Will hesitates before handing me the gun. I get to the end of the hallway before I turn around and face the maniac chasing after us. I hold the gun up in front of him with a shakey hand and the boy runs faster, knives held so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. Then, next thing I know, my finger pulls the trigger sending a speeding bullet straight through the boy's skull. Blood and brains spray out onto the wall behind him, leaving a clear stain. The boy drops his knives and falls to the cold floor with a thud.

"See you in hell..." Will whispers as blood trickles out of the murderer's mouth and forming a puddle under his head. I can't hold it back. I start to gag all over the place at the sight of the blood, the boy I just killed, and the brains. Will shrieks like a little girl as he sees me throwing up, "EW! DANIEL CAMPBELL SMITH!" He shouts, slapping my back, and forcing me to throw up more.

I fall onto the stairs, causing Will to fall off my shoulders, and hit his head. I hear him shout in pain as his head comes in contact with the stairs. I continue throwing up, trying to stop.

Finally, I stop and get to my feet. I wipe my mouth and throw Will over my shoulder again, grabbing the flashlight and the handgun.

30 hours.

Bloody hell, "Come on, Will." I say, sick to my stomach. He groans in pain as I run up the stairs and look for a sign, "Where can I find a bloody sign?!" I shout. Just as I notice a figure in the corner of the hall, my flashlight burns out, "Fuck..." I mutter under my breathe. My eyes still haven't completely adjusted to the dark, but I can see the figure clearly. It's a small girl. She walks towards me on all fours, her long black hair, drooped over her face, trailing on the floor as she crawls quicker and quicker towards us. I start running as she starts practically crawling on her hands and feet like a spider. Her white, bloody, gown flies behind her as she climbs up the wall, crawling even faster after Will and I.

I look back at her to notice she is right on my tail. I try to speed up, but next thing I know, I run into the wall with a hard thud, knocking me out cold.

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short chapter. I know, sorry guys. I sorta got stuck and didn't know what to write. I promise the next chapter will be longer.

~Ashley ☺