#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. The lone door before me had a board over it " morgue" . Chill ran down my spine. If I was caught it's a sure shot entry in there and ironically my feet carrying me there my only scope to stay alive. My only visuals of a morgue from the random TV shows, they too not much inviting. I still could hear the footsteps over my thundering...