This was silly. The most dumbest thing I could have thought of to get away.
And it was surely working.
I was walking in a lab coat with a clipboard covering the bottom of my face. I held it tight towards my face, afraid of letting it down.
With every step when I walked by people I felt so weak but I knew I had to keep my ground. I was walking down a hall, with the lights still going off and on with an alarm.
There was a scalpel in my pocket, and one taped up in my slipper so it wouldn't cut me.
But the scalpel was sticking out of my jeans pocket, ready to be taken out if needed to.
I probably wouldn't even use it as a weapon anyway. I can't do that. I won't do it. It's not a thing I would I want to do.
But I do half to get out of here. It's called self defence after all. I'm defending myself against people who basically kid napped me.
I walked faster and faster, trying to get to the end of the hall.
I got to the end of the hall, then stopping in my tracks as I heard voices. They sounded panicked, yet in a rush.
"The alarms are off because of you! Idiot! Why are you all looking at me?!" A voice said. It was deep and definitely had an accident to it.
"Excuse you! I am not an idiot!" The other yelled. It had the same accident as the other one. Just more deep.
"Guys stop!" Someone yelled. Their voice was way deeper then the others, still with the same accident. "Security guards are coming and we don't have much time!"
Security guards?
They aren't guards?
"Come on! We can come back another time!" The deeper voice warned.
"But the people?!" The second man said.
"We'll come bigger. A three person team is not exactly the best plan."
"Whatever, lets go!" And the foot steps faded away.
Wait, they aren't guards.
They're leaving.
And they know the way out!
I ran into the hall where I heard the voices. "Hey wait!" I yelled. And they were gone.
I stood there with my jaw dropped and I dropped the clipboard on the floor.
Where did they go...?
I started walking in the same direction where I heard the strange voices. Maybe the exist is close.
//Tord's POV.//
After checking the white room where Y/n was in prisoned, Tord found himself admiring the way she escaped.
She's either really smart, or this man is just a dumbass for getting locked up by a prisoner.
The soldier explained on what happened. She was somehow out on of the room, knocked him out with the big plastic clock, then running out.
He wonders where she had went so he took a quick walk around.
Still, Tord didn't really like the way he admired the way she escaped. It was odd for him. Still, it satisfied him.
How did she get?
He walked around the base for a while, wondering about this girl. Where is she?
He continued walking down the hall that seem to go on forever, then turning a corner to only hit his foot against something.
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FanfictionThe lost one. Being absolutely broken was her specialty. Who knew my life would change forever when I met her. Beautiful as ever, she sees herself as a horrid mess. Scars that remind her of her past, but not knowing how much I will do to make a bet...