Ayn slammed her body against the cold steel wall. It felt great against her body. She had been running for miles. A storm had been brewing in the night sky, ready to release. Rain started to pound on the celling skylight, frightening her momentarily. She tried to drown out the rain to hear what she was running from. Slowly she heard it coming closer to her, heavy breathing of death following her, never trailing too far behind. Terror pulsed through her body but she had to continue, she ran. Ayn checked around every corner, avoiding every 'thing' she saw. She checked all the cells near her to make sure it was safe before running.
Ayn's body ached all over. Every step was a thousand pounds, every pant was a burn in her throat. There was only so much she could take being all by herself. 3 days of loneliness, 3 days of pain, 3 days of cold and misery. Ayn ran faster and faster, till she couldn't continue forward. An obstacle stood in front of her. A dead end. A giant wall. The monsters were far away from her, but they were still getting closer. She counted all the cells near her. Four cells. She checked the closest one to her first. Ayn checked every cell thoroughly until moving onto the next one. Ayn did all the cells but one.
Ayn opened the last cell to find only nightmares inside. A pile of limbs and bodies. The clothes of inmates torn and soaked with blood. There was a bed, soaked with blood also. A poster of her favorite French singer, La Blanc tu. She always wanted to meet her, hoping one day she would. If only that was the worst of her problems. Ayn sniffed the air. The stench was unbearable and the sight wasn't much better. She was disgusted, vomiting on the floor hurling over in pain. She was on all fours thinking maybe she should accept death. It seems so much easier then was would be in store for her if those monsters got her. Ayn's limbs would be added to the pile to her right. She turned her head to look at the pile, a glimmer of light shined in Ayn's face. She shielded herself with her hand, a distraction was not what she needed at the moment. However she couldn't stop herself. In the fog of fear and the blur of tears, she investigated the light.
The stench got worse with every step she took. She uncovered her eyes from the light and she bent down to inspect it. The light was gone. She stood up again. The light shined in her face again. She looked into the pile, and inside was a switchblade. A weapon. Ayn knew exactly what had to be done. She stuck her hand into the pile of limbs. She gagged from the feeling of blood and limbs. Ayn kept digging into the pile, the sounds of grunts and heavy breathing grew. She needed to hurry, she needed the switchblade. She went deeper into the pile, the switch blade at the tip of her fingers. The pile started to fall. Arms and legs falling near her feet. She walked forward, in order to dig deeper into the pile. Unaware of her footing. Ayn fell forward, slipping in.
The monsters were drawing near. Ayn jumped out of the pile and onto the ground vomiting once more. Her hands were clenched holding tightly to an object. What she felt was something like a switch blade. The size and shape, however something was not right. She opened her hand and she vomited once more. A severed finger. Still bleeding from when it was attached to a human being. Ayn threw the finger across the room, hitting the poster, knocking it down. Ayn covered her hands, crying. Not knowing what to do. She looked up. She saw light, from the hole in the wall. The poster was hiding a tunnel. There was a way out, she jumped up and shouted out of happiness. Ayn immediately regretted this decision. The monsters started to run. Ayn moved to the tunnel wanting to live, wanting to experience her life. Wanting to see her mom and friends again. But for her, it was too late…