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The young figure raced down the hallways knowing that her fate would depend on her escape. Her hands tracing the rough moldy brick, as though unsure as to whether she would be able to understand the culture, which had developed around the walls of all she knew. Her feet carried her body out the doors of the building, which she recognized as her own personal prison. Over the past few years her intelligence had developed further into a perfect young mind, which was slightly above for her age. This had caused a great help in creating the plan for her escape, however most of which was dependent on luck. When she finally reached the bolted doors she lifted her wrists and slammed them down onto the lock, succeeding in the chunk of metal shattering to the floor. She knew that there was only limited time, of which had to be used.
She ran for miles not knowing how much longer she could last. Her brain began to collapse into subconscious as her feet staggered forward, beginning to drag on the rough terrain. But deep in herself she knew that she must go forward, thinking this encouraged her body to endure and continue.
By the time she reached a small, isolated town; of which many of the houses boarded up, the streets stranded and a cold breeze nipping at her face, she had no clue of what to do. She kept going until she noted large metal gates placed in front of her. Detailed on the notice was none other than…
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Her whole body straitened up at the thought of somewhere she could stay, a slight ray of hope was lit.
All that she knew was that the deep dark night held many things which she feared; believing that her nightmares would catch up with her she became scared and drastic. She banged on the gates as hard as she could, with her full brute force she still couldn't even make a big difference. Her shackles pinged against the fortress's walls that kept her out. Her sore wrists began to burn at the strength used in her attempt to gain safety; the chains were so tight that she could almost feel the blood dripping from her.
Through all of her screaming and banging she suddenly felt dizziness flow over her, the exhaustion pulsing her in to unconsciousness. She fell on to the ground with a loud thump, as her body crippled to the floor a figure came running from inside the distant building.
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