#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. Along with me the sound of steps also stopped.

For a while there was complete silence. My condition was of like that coward who was grief stricken by the present scene. I could not see anyone than me but could feel the continuous rhythm of breaths which was undoubtedly not mine.

I...