EXIT

A group of teenagers were on their way to camping in a forest, when halfway through, their car breaks down. Deciding to stay at a desolated town, they wound up going to the hospital for supplies, not knowing that it was filled with a mad man and his team of psychopathic surgeons.

PROLOGUE

Run.
That was the only word on my mind. Run. I had to run. I had to find the exit. Now. I felt a pang of guilt when I realized how selfish that was. I had to escape with my friends, with Zeke. Not alone.
As my mind filled with these thoughts, I ran through the dark hallway. I wiped tears off my cheeks before my clumsiness came into play as I tripped on air. I tried to land on my hands and knees, but pain shot through my back from the gunshot wound on my left shoulder. My hands slid out in front of me and my chin slammed against the floor. I lay there, tears forming a small puddle on the floor, mixed with the blood spilling from my mouth. I had given up until a gloved hand wiped my hair away from my eyes. Chills ran through my spine. I froze.
I looked up slowly. Before me stood a man in a cyan surgical gown, a light blue mask covering half of his face, a crazy glint in his eyes, somewhat psychotic. Before I could open my mouth to scream, or even fight back, something hit my head with a sickening thump, and I blacked out.