Millie could hear blood rush around her body, and she shook with every thudding heartbeat. She stared, unblinking and barely breathing at the slightly open door ahead of her trying to focus her hearing beyond the wall for any sound.
She thought she had closed the door behind her when she ran in and on realising that she hadn’t she found herself too paralysed. She willed herself to close it but there was no more will in her body.
The small room had a table in the middle with a chair either side. There were two doors into the room, the one that she was focused on, slightly ajar and the other on the same wall as a huge two-way mirror behind her.
There was a camera in the upper corner above the open door and a little red light beneath it that blinked away. She wondered if anyone alive was watching her now, crouched over in a primal hunch beneath the mirror, more terrified than she had ever been in her whole life.
She finally blinked and as her eyelids scraped across her dry eyeballs, they filled with water. Tears began to stream down her face. She had no choice but to take a deep sobbing breath as painful and bloody images began flashing through her mind. Her eye’s blurred and she began to bawl. Her bum found the floor as her legs gave way and sprawled out in front of her, her head dropping into her bloody hands.
She was crippled between breaths of air and streams of tears; with every gulp of it she saw her friend’s die.
She could feel the sensation of blood gushing up her arms when Alison’s throat was torn wide open.
She saw an image of Lilah holding out her hand, screaming in agony, seconds before her body was ripped into half from the waist with her guts spilling out onto the floor.
She blinked hard a few times and shook her head in a desperate attempt to shake the images loose.
Catching her breath finally Millie wiped her face with a dry patch on the inside of her hoody and looked ahead – just as Lilah began to crawl through the open door.