I pushed the up button many times in panic. To my surprise, it opened immediately. There were twelve floors. Unsure of which floor to exit on, I pressed the twelvth floor. The twelvth floor was just as dark. Did I make the right choice? Should I have gotten off at another floor? It was too late. Closing the gap between the wall and me, I ran faster down the hallway, looking for a place to hide. As I tried to enter a room, the door was locked. Then I tried another one, it was locked too. This floor seemed different; there were no patients on this floor. When I finally found a room that was unlocked, I realized I had entered a storage room. It was filled with various medications, shots, monitors, IVs, and things whose purpose was a mystery to me. Regardless, I thought I could use them if I needed to defend myself. At this point, I didn’t care where I hid as long as they couldn’t find me. I knelt down behind a storage container in an effort to be invisible. Where are you, Michael? All was quiet and still.
