Run
Gathering all your streanth you run, but he grabs you. You knock the
knife out of his hand, and he throws you against the wall. You howl in
pain as painted plate shatterings pierce your skin.
You get up once more fighting for your life, and run.
You never made it to the window.
You think, but you know your stuck. You see an open window, and know
its you only option.
