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The wet, dark, concrete under my hands, the warm liquid dripping down my face, dripping onto my hands and the ground. Desperately crawling, to find my way, knees scraping. I hear a click and a buzz, a flash appearing and disappearing almost in the same beat. 

Maybe the flash will give me a path, advice. My ticket out. Every flash the horrors awaken, then wither away before I can process. My only friend I found was in a camera.