Run-Down Asylum Narrative

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I am running through the halls, my boots thudding against the ground as I run through the halls of an old, run-down asylum. I'm thinking I've escaped from their clutches, when slowly a dark haired woman comes up to me, she is wearing a pair of old beat up brown combat boots, ripped blood-splattered jeans, and a old leather jacket. The woman looks like she escaped hell. I slowly walk backwards, and she slowly follows. A few seconds later I hit a wall, nowhere to go, nowhere to run. I stand there paralyzed with fear, my heart beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. out of nowhere the woman pulls out a ruby encrusted dagger. I freeze. "Don't hurt me!" I rasp, "I can be on your side!" "Like I'm supposed to believe that shit," she hoarsely replies.