I need to get out of here. the girl is already a goner.
From Create Your Own Story
There's absolutely nothing you can do for the girl, and you know that. Whatever she's got, you can't cure it. It might not even be curable. You sit around and wait to see if it passes and you'll be lucky not to end up just like her. Or worse. If there is worse.
You grab your bug out bag, stuff some water bottles in, a couple of cans of beefaroni, and select a sizable knife from the kitchen drawer. You throw on a coat, and your old rain slicker on top of that, make sure your laces are tight, and finally pick up your flashlight.
"I'll be back if I find help for...whatever it is happened to you," you tell the girl, unsure if she's even aware. She snarls and huffs out gross globs of snot from her nose, and your make for the door. Unlocking it quietly, you peer out into the hall. Blackness. Silence. Nothing.
You slink one foot out and flick on your flashlight. Up the hall it's only a dead end. More apartments that'll just leave you trapped, especially since you don't know who might be inside. Back down the hall is boyfriend, either out cold or dead, or maybe just lumbering around waiting to kill you.
But as you shine your light in the direction you know you need to go, you notice apartment 3C is slightly ajar. You can't remember who lives there, but you remember there's a dog there that yaps all hours of the night. Not now though. Not a sound.
