His legs felt weak and wobbly, he felt like vomiting up everything he ate beforehand, and he whimpered as he stood there, staring at the entrance to the room with the camera in hand.

The same camera that they used to film him, though they were already gone now… hopefully. Well, maybe if he ran off, he wouldn’t have to deal with them.

He felt tears in his eyes as he frantically ran around, rushing through empty, endless hallways of white walls and dark grey carpet, tripping over his feet.