The Last Survivor

I woke up to a sound I’d never heard before. Silence. No chains. No shouting. No guards dragging people down the halls. Just a dead, heavy quiet that made my ears ring. I stepped out of my cell—and froze. The doors were open. All of them. I walked past the first cell. Empty. The next—empty too. But then I noticed the walls. Long, deep gouges carved into the stone. Not scratches—something stronger. Desperate. Like people were trying to claw their way through. The smell hit me next. Rot. Not fresh. Not strong. Old. Like something had been left behind… and forgotten. I kept moving, slower now. My heart pounding so hard it hurt. Then I saw the floor ahead. Dark streaks. Dragged. Something—or someone—had been pulled down the corridor. I followed them without thinking. Big mistake. Because they didn’t lead outside. They led deeper. Into the dark. And that’s when I heard it. A wet, uneven sound. Not footsteps. Crawling. Slow. Heavy. Coming from just around the corner. I stopped breathing. But it didn’t matter. Because it already knew I was there. The sound stopped. Silence again. Then— Something slammed hard against the wall right beside me. Not trying to get out. Trying to get to me. *dont mind the voice* *this is happening to u* *have fun*