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in Tales/short stories3 months ago (edited)

I lay concussed as the alarm blare in my ear, I touch my head and feel blood . All the patients in the facility were free and attacking the staff. I need to find a way out of this place, I don't want to die like this. The patients are reacting to a change of medication, I warned the facility about the after effects but they wouldn't listen. I just pray that she is still in her cell or we are all going to die.

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I crawl in the midst of the confusion trying to hide in plain sight, I saw in one room a guard was lit on fire as the people around him watched and laughed. I felt something wet below me and I look down to see what it was, I was kneeling on a pool of blood. I wanted to scream but I held my hand over my mouth to hold it in. I start to panic as I head for the emergency exit. A voice on the overhead speaker starts laughing, "you can run but you can't hide doctor, don't you want to play".

Oh no, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest," she is free". I stand on my feet and start to run towards the nearest exit, there is hope. As I reach there, I couldn't believe my eyes, there she stood with scissors in her hands. She looked up and said,"it is time to play".

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This is beautiful a story.

TSG, we can't always have happy endings

That is quiet an experience. I hope the doctor has a way to defend himself. An angry patient or?

I don't think so, this might be the end.