#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.
Slowly, the footsteps came closer and closer. I sat down on a corner and hid my face with my arms and started crying. The sound of the footsteps faded. I didn't want to look up and get killed. I started to feel cold breeze around me. I uncovered my face and looked around that everything was dark. Only fog was...