ERICA

Screams- of terror, pain and every possible horrific emotion one can think of. Small hand barely wrapped around my wrist, pale white hands, pulling me.The grip would leave behind bruises. Together we ran. The running never seemed to end, nor did the endless labyrinth of corridors. My lungs burning, muscles in my legs soaring in pain but I knew I couldn't stop, I can't afford to. Terrified, apprehensive and anxious we ran as our lives depended on it... Which they did. And that's when I saw something rather someone who shook me to my core...