Third Person
The pattering of naked feet hit the marbled floor with a bang. The slap of skin hitting and leaving the floor became louder and louder in the rooms down the hall. A shrill escaped the pup’s lips as it neared the end of the hallway. Heavy pants, sweat dripping down its brow, heart beat speeding up by every minute. “No, no, no,” he panted, finally reaching for the high decorative doorknob in front of him.
Suddenly, the lights went out in the hallway. Only one emergency light hung at the other end of the hall. “Uh, oh,” escaped the tiny pink lips. Wiggling the door handle again, a rush of wind flew past, waving the unruly hair wildly.
Deciding another route was needed, the pup crept to the floor, hiding behind the abundant exotic plants that decorated each hallway. Hiding behi
