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Day 1,289

No matter how many apologies it garbled out around the pus leaking from the jagged wound you'd sliced across its mouth-area, it was still trying to kill you and at the rate things were going it would succeed before you could reach the safe room.

Your ribs felt broken, eye too swollen to see through and your left leg sang with pain. In short, you were moving too slowly to get away but just fast enough that you remained out of arms reach... for now. It gave you time to consider your options.

1. Die. Not your preferred option but a likely outcome if your leg gave way entirely.
2. Find somewhere to hide and pray it would be too stupid to search for you.
3. Work through the broken bones and barricade yourself in the safe room.

While it hadn't shown any other signs of its former self, the creature that had once been Dr Montraleigh was still capable of basic speech. That or it was parroting the Doctor's final words like a broken record player. It was too hard to tell and you didn't have enough air in your aching lungs to ask it any questions.

The safe room was nearby and your options were coming to an end.

You turned left.

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