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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. For a while, I felt like it was the end of my life. I took a deep breath and turned back to look for the unknown source of sound chasing me. It was dark, and the floor was moist, it appeared as someone wetted it straight before I entered the abandoned hallway. I bent low, wiped the floor with my right hand and sniffed it, "Blood", I screamed in terror. By that time I realised that something was not good about the place. I wanted to break out but my fractured wrist was the only reason to stop me from departing. I kept hiding behind the erratic furniture lashed at the edge of the gloomy corridor until the unusual sound ended. It was almost midnight and I could barely see any figure around, I pulled out my body with the force of my unbroken right hand which was the sole relief. I quickly got up from the blooded floor and ran towards the opposite direction of the corridor, I wanted to reach my ward as soon as possible to find the human existence around. The entire corridor was like a puzzle, I almost lost my way to the vicinity. I suddenly heard the noise of the door cracking from my behind, I walked into the direction of the clatter. I saw a room on the left...