It's...it's...I can feel it, it's getting closer. Where should I go?
What should I do?
I can't fight it. I can't turn towards it. I must run, must run.
Door is closed, I can't go out, I don't have time.
Up the stairs, yes. Up the stairs.
Help! Help! Help!
No one's coming, my voice is echoing in my own head. I can
hear nothing but my own screams.
Why is it still following me? There's no way. I'm approaching
the edge, I can't think of any other way. What should I do?
What can I do to survive?
I can't look back but I can feel it.