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She was starting to find it hard to breath, she couldn't run longer than this. She needed to stop and catch her breath again.
She stopped and panicly looked around for a hiding spot.
"Please open, please!"
There was nowhere to hide, all the doors seemed to be locked. Desperately she continued to try to open door after door.
Locked, locked, locked, open.
"It...it opened... oh thank god!"
As she slid inside and closed the door behind her she slowly sank down leaning against the door while strugling to catch her breath.
Suddenly, her body jolted and she pressed a hand tightly against her mouth and nose.
"What...what is this smell?"
It smelled like rotten meat, as if something had died in there.
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