Aleena roamed through the maze for what felt like days, navigating its twists and turns with no end in sight. She was incredibly thankful for the backpack she found, as it offered a place to store any essentials she might come across. Along the way, she discovered another crate filled with almond water, but unfortunately, there were no energy bars to be found. With a deep breath, she pressed on, feeling the weight of her surroundings. She suspected that the food she had discovered could be her sole sustenance in this nightmarish Hell. As she moved forward, she noticed a door that stood out, lacking the usual neon red "Exit" sign above it. Taking a moment to gather herself, she prepared to approach it. "Should I go in?" she pondered. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded to herself, setting her backpack down at her feet. She unzipped it and pulled out the knife. It is a substantial blade, and although the handle showed signs of wear, it remained a formidable weapon. Earlier, she had heard something eerie, and unnatural. Deep down, she understood that any noise she makes would likely draw whatever it was toward her.
She isn't hesitant to wield a knife, but she often wishes she owned a handgun. Her father, a military veteran, taught her the basics of using a firearm, yet she has always been reluctant to purchase one for her own safety. She swung the door open and stepped into a sprawling, vacant warehouse. It was a chilly and musty environment. The atmosphere of her new environment sent a wave of unease through her. She turned quickly, only to discover that the door had vanished. This revelation didn’t shock her; she had encountered similar strange happenings before in the yellow maze.
She pondered, "I wonder if this place will change and shift as well," recalling how the walls in the yellow labyrinth would transform. She moved a few steps ahead, her heart pounding and fear evident in her eyes. With a tight grip on the knife, she pushed further into the eerie environment that awaited her. She observed a peculiar mist hovering near the concrete floor of the vast, empty space, unsure if it was a warehouse or an underground parking lot, perhaps it was a mix of both. As she moved forward, a foul odor filled the air, and a chill wrapped around her. She regrets not bringing a jacket or something similar. “As if I could have predicted I’d end up here,” she chuckled quietly to herself. Odd, dark puddles are dotted around the place. She paused a short distance from one of them.
She pondered, "I wonder if that water is real," and stepped a bit closer. While gazing into the puddle, a grey, claw-like hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her hair. Startled, she screamed and lunged at the hand with her knife. A loud wail echoed from deep within the puddle.
The monstrous hand
released her hair, and she quickly sprang to her feet, dashing away in the
opposite direction. A quick look over her shoulder revealed a terrifying
creature, towering at around 7 feet with grey, grotesque skin, relentlessly
pursuing her. It seemed to have emerged from the puddle—or perhaps it was the
puddle itself, transformed into this nightmarish being that was now in fierce
pursuit.
She eased her pace until she finally halted. Leaning against the concrete wall, tears began to roll down her face. "No, I won't give up," she gasped for air. "I will find a way out." She continued onward and spotted three wooden crates—two piled on top of each other and one positioned beside them. Hurrying over, she attempted to lift the lid of one crate. It suddenly toppled open, causing her to gasp as she quickly glanced around, anxious that another Eldritch creature might have been alerted by the noise.
She rummaged through the crate and discovered three bottles of almond water and two energy bars. At the bottom, she came across a white T-shirt, stained and it smelled a bit, but it is still usable, along with an olive-green Bomber jacket that has a pin at the front. The jacket is a bit dirty, yet acceptable to wear. She put on the jacket and shoved the t-shirt into her backpack. With a heavy sigh, she pressed on. After what felt like an eternity of roaming through the hallways and stark concrete rooms, she stumbled upon a corridor lined with metal doors. She tried opening a few but to no success. The doors were painted a bright blue and as she walked down the lengthy hallway, she spotted puddles here and there. She stopped for a second, her forehead creased with concern, a worried expression crossing her face as she let out a sigh. She looked up and noticed some water dripping from the ceiling. “I have to tread lightly,” she mused. As she moved with caution, she noticed a door that was slightly ajar. Out of nowhere, a low, menacing growl emanated from behind it, causing her to freeze in place. Her heart pounded in her chest, beads of sweat formed on her brow, and she gripped the knife tightly in her hand. A strange and grotesque creature gradually emerged from behind the door, its pale white eyes glinting beneath tangled hair. She took a cautious step back.
As the creature came into full sight, she gasped, her eyes widening in shock and her mouth agape. It resembled a dog yet possessed some distinctly human traits. Its mane was a tangled mass of black hair, filthy and unkempt. The limbs were slender yet powerful, ending in sharp, claw-like appendages. Its skin was ghostly white, and its claws resembled dirty brown toenails. As it crept nearer to her, it moved in a way that mimicked a human crawl, yet its hind legs were bent in a manner that gave it a distinctly canine appearance. Its empty gaze makes it seem blind, but she has a feeling it can see just fine in the dark.
Rows of sharp teeth adorned its large maw. When it opened it, a strange hiss sounded, it was then when Aleena dashed away, but the otherworldly beast was right on her heels. Terror gripped her as she heard its heavy footsteps thundering just behind her. Despite wielding a large knife, she sensed that it wouldn't be enough to bring it down. Each breath felt like it could be her final one. As she rounded a corner, she spotted graffiti on the wall that read, “Find Him.”
“I can’t afford to waste time thinking; I need to locate a door quickly,” she thought to herself. Her excitement surged as she spotted a door marked with the word Exit. Eager for it to truly be an escape, she quickened her pace and nearly collided with the door. To her relief, she swung it open and swiftly shut it behind her. Her heart raced wildly in her chest.
Wow," she murmured. As she glanced around, she realized she was in a completely different location. Pipes were releasing steam, and the air felt warm. She got to her feet slowly and turned to find that the door had disappeared, replaced by a solid wall. She removed her jacket and shoved it into her backpack. As she navigated the seemingly endless underground tunnels lined with rusty pipes, hot steam billowed out from them, she rubbed her eyes, smudging her makeup in the process.
She paused and placed her backpack on the ground. "It's too hot,” she remarked and unbuttoned her shirt, removed it, and used her knife to tear off the sleeves. The result was a makeshift sleeveless top that had a slightly rough appearance.
Up to this point, she hasn't encountered any creatures, but from afar, she hears a scratching sound followed by an eerie moan. With a furrowed brow, she contemplates what other beings might be lurking nearby. Continuing on her path, she picks up her pace to a trot, carefully sidestepping the steam billowing from the pipes. Aleena feels the pangs of hunger creeping in, and while she has two bottles of almond water stashed in her backpack, she’s reluctant to drink them too quickly. She knows she needs to locate more supplies soon. “This is Hell,” she thought to herself. As she rounded a corner, she spotted a message scrawled in red spray paint: "Run!" Without a second thought, she glanced back and saw a long-armed, grey-skinned creature sprinting towards her. With its razor-sharp claws and a wide mouth brimming with jagged teeth, it was a terrifying sight. She let out a scream and sprinted away with all her might.
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