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Crawling across the floor, powered only by the will to live, and looking for an exit I checked the doors that seemed to not have anything behind them. Eventually, after continuous trial and error I gave up on finding an escape. Just then, a great crash practically made me go deaf as a newly formed entrance/exit, five feet away from me, flew open. I don't know who found me but the only thing I remember after that was continuous shouting and then blackness. Days later I woke up in the hospital after nearly succumbing to my wounds.
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