TRAPPED

 

 

End House holds us trapped.

Roars fill the inky darkness.

This door must be the wrong one.

Wild animals pace in their cages.

I can feel their hot breath on my neck.

That’s because their cages have opened.

They’re moving closer.

They’re stalking us.

We’re backed against a wall.

I close my eyes.

Then we’re falling.

I can see the ocean below.

Shrieks come from above.

What now?

THE DEAD GAME

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