HER LAST BREATH

" HELP!!!"

I scream my heart out, panting with hot sweat dripping down my body, from my cheeks to my collarbone; the little drops trek down, wetting not just the lids of my glasses but also my collar until it gets over the soft rise of my cleavage.

I turn, looking back each time as I race through the gray walls of an underground passageway, it's narrow walls stretch further and low cemented ceiling trapped me releasing a spooked out version of me running deeper in it.

The gray gradually fades into sandy brown with the peeling gray paint resting at the bottom of the wall. A dull bulb is pinned against the wall as I speed pass it, leaving behind its fluctuating light.

Running forward, I narrow my eyes trying to make out my way in the dull darkness. My feet make constant 'bangs' on the ground.

All around me, I hear its echoes.

"HELP!!!"

I scream out once more, my voice louder with tears and panting as I hasten my already racing feet. In the darkness, my eyes make out another pair of lights, its dim red rays extend a bit further, and slowly, they descend on the ash doors of an elevator.

Straight ahead, the narrow part becomes wider dividing into two narrower routes. My eyes scan them noticing how the routes look;

In the first, crawling green plants stroll down its ancient, cracked walls. There's hardly any light in it; darkness cloaks what lay behind its blanket like a continuation of endless black and bushy green.

Slowly, my eyes dart to the second. A wooden signboard hangs above the entrance. Various zigzag signs of cracks are visible on its wooden plane. In red faded writings, I see a big 'X' on it with an even more faded sign 'under renovation.'

Pupils of mine move a bit further. In the dull darkness, a crusty electrical circuit twitches. Close to the circuit by the left is a tiny red bulb that comes on and off, constantly blinking;

It comes on... then off.

On again, then off once more.

Just looking at the lights, cold chills move down my skin, and I decide to take my chances with the elevator, which is furthest from me.

"SOMEONE HELP

ME!!!"

I shout, still racing towards the elevator, unaware of what effect my decision to use it would have on me.

"Would you SHUT your damn mouth? No one's going to save you!"

I hear his voice ring. His British accent is thicker with his tenor voice. I turn around, but I see no trace of him. The echo of his voice is so loud, like it's coming from every route, and yet no one.

I keep running forward, refusing to let the fact that I may be running straight to him or might even bump right into him stop me, but God, I pray I don't.

But then again, when has the lord ever answered my prayers?

Panting, sweating, and totally winded, I scream, still running downwards towards the elevator, which is finally close to me.