Running

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Richard dashed down the hallway. The sound of pattering followed behind him. He failed to keep up the speed but; the door was only a few steps away. Richard pounced for the door. The man looks left and right as fast as possible, nothing. 'Crap, why isn't there anything in here!?' Richard had was shaking as he slammed the entrance into the room. The door was a strange one, it locked itself? How is that possible?

Bang! Bang!

Richard stepped away from the door.

Richard's foot caused a CLANG.

'Ow, my foot!'

The man looked down. A smile spread across his face. The sliver striped metal object next to his feet.

'That's it, I can escape via the vent.'

Richard's hands stopped shaking as he crawled down to the ground. The man opened the metal object carrying it slowly behind him. Richard moved into the vent.

'Let's hope that thing can't hear me.'

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