Almost right when he got to his feet, he was knocked back onto the ground with a great amount of force. He squealed in pain as the monster slashed at his side, tearing the thick fabric of his bright red coat, reaching through his black turtleneck and barely scraping the pale skin that had been hidden underneath. "No, go away!" Phillip yelled, kicking his feet up at the monster helplessly. He knew it would do no actual damage, but he managed to get the monster out of his personal bubble. He quickly rolled onto all fours, balancing onto his feet within a few secnds and running off into the dark halls. The monster growled, chasing after him.
Then, Phillip saw something that he didn't notice before. It was a dark, oak door; It didn't look very stable. He stared at it as he approached it, but didn't falter as the he knew that monster was quick behind him. He slammed the door open, closing his eyes tight as he jumped in, slamming the door back shut. The old wooden boards almost shattered with the force of his hand, creaking loudly. He pressed his back against the door, his eyes shut tight.
And then everything was quiet. A dark, dead feel around the room enveloped him, and he shuddered quietly. Goosebumps rose upon his pale, dirty skin, even if this new room's tempature was much, much warmer than the one he was in only moments before. He had no idea where he was. Everything around him felt so different.
'Open your eyes...' He told himself. 'Open your eyes...' After a few, long moments, he slowly opened his eyes. He held his breath tightly in his throat as he finally let his eyelids fold. He nearly had a heart attack.
He definitly wasn't back in the mine or at the building anymore. This plave was dark, dimmly illuminated by some candles. There were many papers sprawled among the room, with many drawings that he couldn't quite make out from where he stood. There were saws, shovels, and other equimpment that he imagined a doctor or a surgen would acquire placed on some shelves and tables that were placed on the table that was located at the center of the room, and on the bookshelves that were not too far from where he was.
He wasn't shaking anymore, nor was he panted. He didn't feel exactly safe... But a wave of relief had washed over him. He didn't here the growls of the monster that was chasing him only a minute ago, nor did the room have any traces of it. Even then, he had no idea what may be in store for him at this strange place. He slowly took a few steps from the wall, pulling the hood back onto his head, almost to cloak himself from what may come.
He shoved the glowstick into his pocket, letting his eyes roam around the room as his thick, heavy boots gently tapped against the ground. He stepped towards the table, cringing at the sight of blood stained at the center. He pursed his lips together in a thin line, thinking this whole thing over...
"Maybe I should... Go back..." He mumbled to himself, slowly turned from the mess to find that the door that led him here was now gone. Completely and utterly gone. He whimpered, groping at the wall aimlessly. "Where- Where did it go!" He began to pant again, whining with fear as his way out was now gone. He had to stop himself so he could breathe, almost choking at the sobs that were trying to leap from his throat.
"I can't be alone here..." He thought, turning back to the long, wide table. He stared at the maroon stain on the bright wood, narrowing his eyes. The blood wasn't there for long, he could tell. It had been there for a few days, a week at most. Someone had to be here. And he had to find them.
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