As I struggled with my wheezing, I forcibly willed my body forward. Placing one foot in front of the other was soon an impossible task. There were towering, stone walls on either side of me. Looming, endless passages ran both behind, and in front of me. It didn't matter which way I turned, or how much I hugged the right side - the maze was endless. I knew that if I didn't get out soon, I was going to be the next victim. A shiver crawled up my spine as I heard a blood-curdling scream, a metallic slap, followed by a cut-off choke, and a deep, menacing chuckle. I don't know what kind of sick people set this up - this maze of death, of horror...this...this MURDER MAZE -but I know there's only one thing for sure - I'm going to be the one who makes it out. No matter what. Nobody hates Moo. He doesn't have one negative quality. But tension becomes tight, when Moo finally lets his soft side play in the game, affecting the most tide-turning moment of his life.
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