OK so I've been up most of the night working on this. I'll get at least 1k words per chapter. Except this. Still accepting OCs, although ill make my own for now.

I'm running through a long nearly pitch black, musky corridor. The only thing I can see is blood covering the walls. I can feel a cold, metallic, lightweight thing in my right hand. The sound behind me consist of gurgles, groans, cries, and screeches. I don't know where I am, or whats going on. All I know is keep running and don't look back. The noises behind me keep getting closer and closer until they are right on top of me. Something slimy grabs my leg and I fall down. Except instead of letting go, it squeezed my leg until it was torn off. I cried out in pain, it was too much to bear. Then I saw its face. It was hideous, but hard to describe. It leaned in close to me. It then whispered something into my ear. "When the marker is up, your time is over," It said. Then everything was black.