Your senses are reeling. Up to this point you’ve always been the type of person who had both feet on the ground. Now, however, your eyes are telling you things your brain does not want to believe.
Perhaps you really are crazy.
Perhaps they were right to put you in here.
Perhaps… perhaps you really did murder those people in the apartment building.
Even more terrifying is the thought that perhaps those people really were your family.
A scream from the patient in the lobby jolts you out of your reverie and brings you back to the current dilemma. Real or not, you decide, you don’t want anything to do with the monstrosity in the lobby. Even though you’re around the corner, you back away quietly about ten feet down the hall and then, unable to take the sounds from the lobby any longer, you turn and flee with all speed back towards the room where you exited the vent.
You are almost to the room when a hand reaches out from inside a doorway and grabs you roughly by your uniform. You feel yourself whirling around and the air is temporarily knocked out of you as your back hits the wall. You’re about to recover and get ready to fight when you notice that the man who pulled you around the corner is Harold.
He puts one finger to his lips, signifying quiet, and slowly closes the door behind him.
“We have to go,” he whispers. “The door to Ward 32 has opened, and we must get inside before it closes again.”
He stares at you to make absolutely sure you’re listening. “It is imperative that we make as little noise as possible until we get there.”
The winner was running away. I WAS hoping you guys would try to go into the lobby area, but I guess I can understand your apprehensions.