CHAPTER FORTY SIX – FLEEING FROM THE LUNATIC

It was a long and tedious process, punctuated by moments of crushing silence and gnawing fear. Finally, with a satisfying click, the lock yielded. They pushed the door open, revealing a narrow, dank corridor that reeked of mildew and decay. "This way," Dr. Wilson whispered, pointing towards a dimly lit passage at the end of the corridor. They crept forward, their every step echoing in the oppressive silence. The air grew thick and humid, the stench of sewage assaulting their nostrils. The passage sloped downwards, leading them deeper into the bowels of the building. Suddenly, a chilling voice shattered the silence. "There you are!" Ava's voice, laced with manic glee, echoed through the passage. "Trying to run away, are you?" Scarlett whipped around, her heart pounding against her ribs. In the dim light, she saw Ava's silhouette approaching, a glinting metal object clutched in her hand. Terror flooded Scarlett's veins. "Run!" she screamed, grabbing Dr. Wilson's arm and pulling her