"Don't. Call. Me. That." You shout, furiously kicking in the air. Your feet make contact with his head—hard. He falls to the ground unconscious. You continue cutting the zip ties around your wrists until you finally break free from them. You look around the room and find a window, just the right size for you to pass through. You look around the room for something, anything, that could possibly be used as a weapon should the opportunity arise. You find a syringe filled with some sort of liquid. Tying the doctor's hands to the bed, you prepare yourself for the task ahead. You try to open the window, but it is harder than you thought. You search for some sort of large object to pry it open. You open a closet, and to your horror find at least a hundred jars filled with the very same bug the entered your skin. You close the blue metal doors, shuddering.
You quickly check the doctor to see if he is awake. He isn't. You breathe slowly, each second becoming an hour. It is then that you realize that you are slowly dying. If you don't get out of there as soon as possible, you know you will die. You turn around and see a large door. You open it, wishing you had found it sooner. You run through endless hallways, finally reaching another door. Just as you are about to go through it, you hear a terrifying sound—a low screech. You turn around, and your head spins, blurring your vision. He's there. The doctor. He's coming for you, and the door is locked. You scream as loud as possible, holding onto the slight chance that someone might hear you. You fall to the floor, still screaming. He is so close that you can hear him breathing, laughing. As your vision begins to tunnel, his image becomes more and more vivid—an awful, laughing face that will never go away.
You die of blood poisoning, underneath the space of wall that you thought was a window. The doctor, standing over you, shakes his head in mock pity. He marks you off as 'deceased' on a long list of other victims. There are more.
THE END
-mkb
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