You cower in fear, the cries of agony and aggression haunting your mind as you pray for it to all end.

You dont know why you're here. It was stupid to run from home to a place like this, and you're too afraid to leave the room you're in. You've always been skittish, but with nightmarish monsters crawling around everywhere, there was no way your courage would save you.

You hear footsteps in the hall, freezing up and holding your breath. The door swings open, and a boy around your age stands in the doorway, a gun in hand.

"Who are you-… w-what are you doing here?"