Deadly Serious
 

The bomb. It’s going to explode. I don’t know what the bomb will set off yet. But I’m not keen to find out.  I must get out of here. I try running but my legs buckle beneath me. I take a long, deep breath but instantly regret it. Gas. It’s the only thing it could be. I scrabble to the door, only to find it is locked. The window!

My head thumping, my heart pumping in my chest. THUD. THUD. THUD. My head is killing me, but I must see the daylight again. If it is my last goal, I will do anything to achieve it.

 I get up to run , but yet again my legs buckle. Then I remember the nail. I instantly start to bleed. I scan the room for the window. I stopped dead in my tracks. In the back room. A dead man. Blood. Gun. He was going to burn up. Who did this to him?

 I felt sick. Why hadn’t I fainted yet? I need to get out of here and fast. The bomb was ticking. Was I ever going to get out of here alive?

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