"𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠. 𝑂𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑒."
𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑.
Her eyes snap open. Heavy lids cover her brown hues slightly. What, five days? She sits up slowly and rubs her head. Ouch, why is the room spinning? Looking around cautiously, she sighed. Blinking she took in the small, dull, but gray colored room she sat in. Where was she?
Swinging her legs over the uncomfortable bed she laid on she carefully went to the doorknob twisting it slowly. Pushing the wooden door open she looked around, she saw two other doors, an small opening, and a set of stairs. Oddly; it was all a weird gray color. Aromas hit her nose and she fanned the air. It was a rancid smell.
Turning her head toward the stairs her brown hues widened. Short but quick steps were descending toward her.
𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠.
Taking a quiet step back she eyed the stairs cautiously, slowly a red crow bar came into view. A body slowly followed and a man came into play. An older man, with dead gray eyes moved toward her. Raising the crowbars she flinched back waiting for the impact.
𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒.
Her vision faded, and slowly her body crumbled to the ground.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦.