#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Through the clutch of fear and I turned to face the source of the noice.

"I will not be moved. I will not be moved." Was my chant of confidence.

The footsteps became louder and closer and soon I could see the shadows of my chasers. Then all of them, dressed in their white coats and blue masks, appeared before me. Four...