Val’s P.O.V

Panic cold and sharp prickled my skin. I pushed open the heavy bathroom door, stepping into the dim hallway. Brielle and I were about to make our way out when the lights stroked off, the long corridor stretched before me, bathed in weak, late afternoon lights filtering through high windows, already deepening in long distorted shadows. I pulled my hood up, shielding against the darkness that eluded my vision. Ticking my nails and biting my hands, letting them sink into my pockets ...