Abandoned OR
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The abandoned operating room.
A cold, metallic scent hangs heavy. Dried blood stains the linoleum. Surgical tools lie scattered on a steel tray. Syringes, used, glint in the dim light. A single IV bag drips slowly onto the floor.
Then, a sound. Footsteps. Slow, dragging steps.
They echo down the empty hall. Closer. They stop. Right outside the door. Your breath catches.
Whoโs out there? Or what?