With your rifle tucked tightly into your shoulder and the constant static emitting from your broken radio you carefully made your way through the narrow, brightly lit, painfully white-tiled corridor. Your eyes scanned the bodies that lay slumped on the floor, their chests barely rising as they struggled to breath, just almost lifeless eyes trying their hardest to track you as you walked by with timid steps. You swore you could see shadows dancing across the upper walkway which ran a few metres above your head, with a rational mind you blamed your lack of sleep from the previous night and your mischievous imagination as you tried to track down the intruder.

You peered around the first corner, eyes locked down the sight of your rifle when behind you, a feathered footstep landed just in earshot. You turned sharply and crouched down as a metal bar swung over where your head would have been. You could hardly make out the attacker as you blocked a ruthless onslaught of strikes with the body of your rifle. The intruder stood proudly, long red hair hanging over her shoulder and resting on the tunic of her stealthy black uniform.

"Who are you?" You asked, raising the barrel of your gun, and keeping her torso in your sights. She brought a hand up, tidied her hair and took some a few deep breaths. You took a step closer until the barrel of your gun was resting on her ribs, your finger hung over the trigger in a nervous anticipation. "I'm not going to ask you twice!" You rammed the barrel into her rib, she brought a hand onto the gun, pushed it away from her midriff. You squoze the trigger, a stream of bullets flew from the barrel which you were no longer in control of. The elbow on her spare arm cracked down onto your wrist and the gun fell to the blood-adorned floor, she reeled her arm back and landed her fist into your kidney with unexpected force, sending you to the floor in pain with the room corridor spinning around you.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it won't make a difference to you, and it won't make a difference to whoever is running this little operation. They're still going to get a bullet through the back of their head." She smiled cockily as she kicked your rifle down the corridor. "So I can either let you leave peacefully... What can I say, I'm in a good mood and you're cute, or I can leave you to die like your comrades." She marched forward with great intent, disappearing around a corner of the maze-like institution until she was no longer in sight.

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Written by Aaron.