Chapter 4 - A Close Call

The room was a deep red from the blood of the monsters victims, a set of dimmed lights dangling from the ceiling which emanated an eerie glow. If the room wasn't creepy enough, the puddles of the red substance was sure to freak anyone out along with the almost unbearable smell that eradicated from the decaying walls smothered with said substance.

But now wasn't the time to take in the interior. Meg needed to hide and fast.

At first, she seen the cabinets laying dormant. If it hadn't been for the fresh scratches engraved into the wooden doors, it would have been safe to say that they hadn't been touched for some time. Then a thought hit her. Perhaps one of the survivors previously mentioned before made the same mistake as she was. Maybe he or she put up a fight out of sheer fear and panic before meeting their end.

The thought alone made the pure girl turn pale, her throat all of a sudden turning dry. It didn't help that the stench was enough to make anyone cry from a burning sensation.

Either way, it was probably not the best idea to step in one of those cabinets and judging by close the footsteps sounded, she was running out of time and fast…

Then she remembered…

If it was just like the game she and her friends played before getting thrown into this mess, perhaps she could find something to defend herself with. There was a small chest on the other side of the room, huddled into a corner, safe from harm.
Meg rushed over, grabbing hold of the crevice of the box and opened it up, scouring over the contents quickly to see if there was anything that would be of use to her or her friends.

Nothing so far…

"Come on, come on..." She mumbled to herself. The only things that she could find that would be useful was a flash light and a medical kit. Everything else was either trashed or just plain junk. Now, how to get out of there?

She didn't have a moment to spare before she felt a large, brutal hand grab hold of her, pulling her off her feet and onto his shoulders.

She has ran out of time…

Struggling didn't seem to do too much use, as witnessed by her friend's sacrifice. She only had one other option. Meg grabbed hold of the flash light. It was slightly dented and the layer around the bottom was scraped although the bulb seemed to still be in tact. Hopefully it still worked.

She clicked the flash light on and aimed the beam of light into the killer's eyes, the bright light blinding him to the point of confusion. It was enough to at least get out of the monster's grip, however not without paying the price…
Within a blind frenzy, the monster swung his weapon around to send his prey to the ground so that she couldn't escape. It couldn't see, but it certainly didn't stop him from striking his target. The blunt end of his weapon made contact with the girls shoulder. She could hear the sound of her own bones rubbing together, falling out of place whilst being forward even faster than she intended, but at least she got out in one piece, even with droplets of blood dripping across staircase and the floorboards.

Either way, she escaped and returned into hiding, away from the sight of the Wraith.

Meg held her breath for the longest period possible, her body frozen on the spot once she heard the monster coming out of the building. It seemed to be that he was heading in her direction…

Please no… Leave… Leave, God damn it!

The Wraith stopped the moment that he had reached her location but thanks to a wall breaking the contact between them both, it seemed that she was safe at the moment. However, from how loud it's heartbeat was, she couldn't even tell if it was the monsters or her own. After all, fear was a normal emotion to feel in dying times such as this one.

The monster looked around, but seen nothing out of the ordinary. It gave off a subtle groan of frustration before cloaking himself to uncover his next victim. All they could do is hope and pray that they are able to find the last of the generators before it could get it's hands on them as a mere sacrifice for an entity that they knew next to nothing about.

Now that she thought about it in more detail, anyone would presume that she was joking or just down right insane.

Focus…

Once of the sound of the heart beat had faded into silence, she exhaled, allowing air to rush through her lungs without a moment to hesitate. That was close…

Meg was about to turn, but a cold hand grabbed hold of her good shoulder, another holding onto her mouth to keep her quiet so that she didn't alert anyone or anything. However, something seemed off. The grip wasn't rough or forceful.

She quickly turned as best as she could to view who the mystery being was. To her relief, it had only been Dwight, Claudette following behind. They were both okay...

"Hey..." He said with a subtle smile, which left Meg unamused.

"What are you trying to do, scaring me like that!?" She whispered out loudly, taking in consideration that the killer wasn't too far from their trail.

"Sorry, we didn't have any other way without you screaming..." He stated apologetically. "Anyway, let's keep the blame game on hold until we get out of here. We managed to get all the generators running..."

The mention of those simple words were music to the blonde's ears, a widened smile edging on her face.

"Well what are we waiting for, let's get the hell out of here."

"Hold on, you can't go out there in that state." Claudette immediately said to stop the other female in her tracks. "Pass me that medical kit, I will tend to your wound..."

"Then we would be best to hurry up before it comes back… I don't want to stick around any longer than we have to..."

Everyone nodded in agreement. The last thing that they wanted to do is stay around in this realistic nightmare, awaiting for the monster to strike back at him when they least expect it. But they knew it was wise to keep their guard up at all times other wise they were good as dead.

Claudette shuffled over to her female companion before unlocking the first aid box. Upon opening the lid, she blew of a cloud of dust that continuously grew over time. The female waved her hand in front of her face, fanning the dust away from her face whilst coughing for some fresh air.

With regaining her clear sight once again, she picked up the antibiotic spray and sprayed it across the wound carefully.

An intense stinging sensation grew across Meg's shoulder, a painful gasp escaping as if she lost the ability to breathe. Whilst biting her tongue, she kept herself quiet. But this only lasted up until the bandages were placed on to stop the bleeding.

"There… That should do..."

Meg nodded with a subtle smile. "Thanks..."

"Now, let's get out of here..."