For a long moment, Nellie didn't move. She just stood there in the dim light, her back pressed against the cold wall, her heartbeat thundering louder than the rain outside. The air reeked of mildew and rust.
Her flashlight had fallen somewhere near the door when she stumbled in, and now its beam stretched weakly across the cracked tiles, cutting through the dark just enough to show dust floating in the lights path.
She wanted to move...no, she needed to move, but her body refused. Her hands were still shaking, her knees weak from running. "So the monsters that I need to survive against is something like that, sigh, at this point I am not even sure if I should thankful it's not something scarier, or something worst, but then and again, the night just started.
Nellie pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, trying not to gag as the faint smell of iron reached her again. She wasn't sure if it was from the lab or from the blood now drying on her scraped leg.
