It's quiet, and I'm laying on the floor. I'm captivated by the hovering light above me, and I slowly reach for it with my left arm. It doesn't move. I'm terrified as I turn my head to see a bloody stump where my arm was.

It takes me a moment to realize I'm screaming. The pain settles in and it's unbearable, as I lay there, my arm bleeding badly. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize my death is near. I'm going to bleed out, in the middle of this freaking warehouse, alone. I grab my other arm and wait, wait for death to extend his skeletal hand and take me away. Take me to where I don't have to feel this pain.

But I don't hear the whisper of death or feel his touch after a while and I wonder if I actually would survive. Doubt washes away my fear, and I try to get myself to sit up and take in my surroundings. The room is dark, but a small crack in what seems to be the ceiling is light. I grab a steel beam that was a couple of feet away from myself and used it to help me walk.

Internally, I was losing it. My left arm was gone, I didn't know where in the world I was, and I was probably going to die soon. Sooner or later I realized I wasn't getting anywhere with the beam, so I got to my knees and started to crawl. It seemed to help for a while, since I knew where I was going (kind of).

Light shone over my eyes, and I saw that there was another crack, but this time on the wall a few more feet away. I sighed, and continued to crawl until I felt something sharp and recoiled. As my eyes adjusted, I realized it was the teeth of bear trap. I slowly crawled around it and then heard the snapping noise of it closing. The it hit me. I wasn't alone. Someone, or something was following me. I wasn't having it.

I got closer and closer to the light and grabbed the door handle. I slowly moved the door and a loud squeaking noise erupted from the wooden barrier. If I made anymore noise, I'd be caught. So, I looked around one last time and flung the door open.

Silence followed until I heard little clicking noises. Spikes flew out of the floor, and I felt one nick my right foot. I held in a scream, and kept moving, narrowly missing a moving buzz saw swiping where my head just was. Bits of my hair fell to the ground, and I hobbled faster. As soon as a placed a hand on the wall, the square caved in, and a large battering ram swung by my side, almost hitting my chest and breaking several ribs, other bones as well as organs.

Was it too much to just either die quickly or leave in one piece? Apparently that's as a big no, as another buzz saw swung from the ceiling and chipped off more of my hair. I huffed and saw one more door down the hallway of death. It had 'Exit' in large letters, taunting me as I made my way towards it.

I moved my only arm over the stump, trying to stop the metallic liquid from hitting the floor and causing other deadly traps to spring out and injure me. I didn't want to go out this way, and I was making sure of that.

As I reached the door, I saw a red thing flash on my ankle. What was that? I saw another flash, then nothing.