Surviving Playtime

The Blood dripped off of the walls of my innocent coworkers. Adrenaline was kicking in and I needed to escape, but where. Everywhere I go, its blocked, and that *thing* is everywhere I go.
I just needed to find an exit, somewhere or somehow, it needs to be found.
My coworkers dead bodies, laid, spread across the floor of every department I ran through.
I ran towards a wall and got stuck. But now he was in front of me, and now it felt the walls were closing in on me, and that I was gonna die. This was it, this was where I was gonna die, at 24, I was gonna meet my end.