- S U T T E R-
11.21.16 // 8:41 p.m.
WHEN I JUMPED through the small door, I landed on a cemented staircase and ended up twisting my ankle. I am laying down on the staircase, directly under the hole as the raindrops continue to fall on my face. I roll my ankle and hiss loudly as a sharp pain shoots up my leg. I stand up and slowly begin to hobble down a dimly lit hallway. It smells strongly of smoke and dust and I have to pinch my nose to keep from coughing.
I turn a corner and there is a crooked metal door with smoke seeping through the cracks on the sides. The latch on the outside is broken and lays on the floor, as if someone had tried to break out, but never made it through. I push the door and find that the bolts are loose. With a few heavy pushes, the door swings open and bangs lo
