#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.

An overwhelming sense of dread overtook me. What do I do? How did I even end up in this state? I was in no state to comprehend such questions let alone formulate an answer.

The footsteps are becoming mingled as if rain drops of a raging storm. I wish to scream but my voice ..
where did my voice go?
my throat is so constricted as if a boulder has been squeezed into it..
my chest is heavy.
where is my survival...