I poked my head in and looked around. I couldn’t see anything (moving). There were however, bodies scattered everywhere. I swallowed and stepped over a policeman. I didn’t want to look but my eyes did. The left side of his face looked like mincemeat, a bloody puddle. I stared for a second too long – trying to locate his nose. I grabbed my mouth and tip toed toward the desk. I tried my best to avoid glass on the floor (and bullets), but it was like trying to avoid grass when walking over a field. ‘Help, me.’ Someone said. I froze. I looked around but couldn’t see anyone. I don’t think coming back in here was a good idea. I looked down the hall and saw interrogation room six – the door ajar. I licked my lips for the hundredth time and ran around the desk. There was a cubbyhole and a woman on the floor with her arm over the belongings. I had a queer feeling that she was the one that said help me. I leaned back and stared down the hall. I could hear footsteps and teeth chattering.
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