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She suddenly realized she might be alone for the rest of her life.

     Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe all of this had been a mistake. Maybe she wouldn't be able to make it out of this. Maybe... maybe she was going to die. 

    That thought scared her. It shook her to the core. But not as much as the sound of The Creature walking past her hiding place. 

    She hadn't had any time to mourn her friends as they were mauled in front of her, and she wouldn't have any time to mourn herself, either. 

    She couldn't bear her morbid curiosity any longer, and so she looked out from her hiding place. She saw there a creature of inhuman proportions, with a distended, undulating stomach; the sight of which made her skin crawl. Knowing what, or rather who was digested within filled her with dread. The Creature's powerful muscles pulled its skeleton along with rapid, disjointed movements that showed no regard for discomfort or its anatomy. Only hunger could be seen in the eyes of The Creature; a deep unquenchable hunger that had already consumed three of her friends.

    Once it pulled itself around the corner, she hurried as quickly as she could while still being silent from the room she had been hiding in and to the one across the hall, watching for The Creature the whole while. 

    She didn't know if she had it in her to make it all the way to the exit, but she'd be damned if she didn't at least try.

    She listened out for the tell-tell sound of The Creature's uneven footfalls as she gathered her last drops of courage, and rocketed herself from the room, propelling herself down the hall in the opposite direction The Creature had gone.

    The completely inhuman noise that served as The Creature's roar almost made her stop in her tracks, but she managed to only stumble, pushing through the fear that clouded her mind, and using that as fuel to keep her going.

    She turned the corner, slipping for a brief moment on a piece of broken glass, and slamming her shoulder on the wall to catch herself. Her eyes focused on the door; on her escape, her freedom, just a few more steps.

    The floor shook as The Creature barrelled unrelentingly towards her, screaming its terribly gut-wrenching scream.

    She didn't want to look back. She didn't want to see that thing gaining on her she didn't-

    There was a loud thump. She turned to see that The creature had also slipped on that piece of glass, but it had fallen.

    Its body turned and twisted and writhed on the ground as it tried to push itself up. Her stomach churned as she watched it.

    She took cautious steps backward, towards the door. Her hand reaches out behind her, grasping blindly as she keeps her eyes glued to The Creature, watching its every nauseating movement.

    She touches the knob, and immediately wrenches the door open, running out of that building and screaming as loud as she could for help as she dashes to safety, feeling like she's breathing for the first time in her whole life.

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