She lets out a short scream as a hand in the darkness grasps her wrist and squeezes it tightly. She digs her nails into the arm, pulling them towards her in an attempt to free herself from capture. A squealing, inhumane, noise responds as the hand recoils back into the darkness. Emma begins to run blindly, hands outstretched. She comes into contact with a soft, sickeningly wet warm wall. She places her hands upon it despite the apprehension she feels with the contact of her skin against the sickly, sticky surface. Her frantic fingers fumble upon what she believes is some kind of light switch. She flips it, everything turns to brilliant white. All around her the hallway is illuminated—disfigured, soot black, human forms struggle to free themselves from the dark blood-stained walls of the hallway. Half of a head screams out in agony, glowing embers can be seen beneath its blackened flesh. Hands reach out towards her; she begins to run, dodging hands and eager fingers. Screaming faces come face to face with her as she passes each corner.
