Locked In [COMPLETED]

on the run

Andy's POV
(The nurse)

  

    I don't remember much of that day because I have been scared shitless that that crazy phsycopath was going to murder me. He had beaten my friends and a male nurse. They seemed to had of captured a little girl who look unconscious. The young girl was obsessed with her and was protective over her.

    I was stuck with the little girl. She told me her name was Lizzy. Her brother died when the terrorists attacked. I felt horrible, how could she deal with the grieving so well? I asked myself. Anyways, her and I went up to floor 35 because we could fit between the ceiling and the floor.  The boy and the girl went downstairs to find a staircase to take to get up to floor 35 because they were too big to squeeze through the gap.
   Lizzy grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway behind her. After a bit I could hear a familiar scream. Lizzy bit her lip and looked at the door lock then me. I unlocked the door. With a loud beep!  The door hissed open. She quickly bolted before I could do anything. She took off down the stairs. As she got halfway down she slipped off the step, making her fall down the stairs , landing on her back. She knocked the wind out of herself. She sat up and started gasping and trying so hard to get air into her lungs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I quickly scurried down the stairs to see if she's ok, she knocked the wind out herself. I gently rubbed her back as she gasped and chocked to get air.
   After a minute she had slowly Calmed down and started sucking in lungfuls of air.

    "Are you okay Lizzy?" I asked.

   Lizzy looked up at me with her tearful eyes. "Yeah... I guess. Let's go find Samantha and Carl." She slowly responded, her voice wavered.

   With that I held my hand out to her. To my surprise she held me into a tight hug.

   "You look like my mom." She said so innocently it broke my heart. " You're really pretty... Just like her."

  I held her to my chest. She remembers me.

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Chris's POV

  The creature turned around and slammed the closet door shut. I was still bleeding out. I slowly stood up and felt around for a light switch to see where I am. I flicked a dim light on. As the florescent light warmed up I started to focus on what was in this room. I saw a mop bucket and a mop leaning against the wall. I scanned the dimly lit room. My eyes caught a glimpse of a red bag with a white cross on it. I snatched the bag and unzipped it. The contents were a roll of white gauze and tape, a spool of stitching thread and a needle, eye patchs and some antiseptic wipes. I dug around and found a bottle of antiseptic in the bottom of the bag. I quivered and lifted my bloodstained shirt over the torn flesh. I opened the bottle of antiseptic and poured some on the area. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and let the tears flow. I tensed my body and cringed from the pain. A small whimper escaped me. The burning was intense and stung. I watched the liquid start to bubble and fizz. It was coming out black.
   I grabbed a cloth and held it against my body, then wrapping the gauze around my waist. I used the tape and stuck it down. This won't last long. I just need time to kill Samantha, Carl and Lizzy. Those fucking kids,