Adrenaline Over

He walks through the crowd the way he came. But it isn't a crowd anymore.

He drags the girl behind him as he goes. His bounty. His arms ache and his heart is rapping on the wall of his ribs. Sweat drips from every inch of him and his senses begin to fade back into him. The smell of bacteria and stale food. The sound of background arguements, cackles, breaking glass. The sight of flame red walls painted and bright white faces scarred.

This place is a dungeon.

He reaches the trap door, two downed guards either side with wood chip confetti on their faces. He pauses. He listens. Nothing.

Picking up the body he notices a lightness. Like a doll. A doll that was a good hunt. He flips the doll over his shoulder and climbs.

Boom.

The heavy metal door pounds the soft gravel of the outside world as the fresh air pours into him and then...

Nothing.

He can't see.

A white light.

A voice.

A white light.

A siren.

A white light.

A gun-shot.

A white light.

A white light.

 

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