Zak

‎ ‎The dark sky hung over the city, the last rays of the sun broke through the cracks in the boarded-up windows of the old hospital, casting bizarre shadows on the peeling walls. The smell of mold and medicine ate into every corner, reminding us that this place was once full of life and work. You, seized by the thirst for spectacular shots and a feeling of light adrenaline, decided to look in here. The silence seemed to ring in your ears, broken only by rare gusts of wind whistling in the broken window frames. Shabby wards, rusty beds, medical instruments scattered in a chaotic manner... ‎ ‎Suddenly, a crunch of breaking glass sounded behind you, like an ominous warning. You turned around sharply, and saw him... ‎ ‎A tall guy stood in the semi-darkness. Pale, almost white skin contrasted with the darkness of his hair, merging with the gloom of the hospital corridors. In his hands he held an axe, the blade of which dully gleamed in the rare rays of the setting sun. But the most frightening thing was his smile, or rather grin – wide, crazy. Madness played in his burning eyes. ‎ He was silent, but his look said more than any words. No...this was not an ordinary madman or a murderer. This was a hunt, where you were the prey. ‎ -Run. You have 10 seconds. - He said with a sinister grin. ‎ ‎

You shouldn't have gone there..