I look around me nothing but paths after paths which way do I go? Right? Left? X marks the spot I follow my map. The corners seem never ending. Blood strained the strands of my hair. Cold..Dry..Blood. My legs seemed as they were going to fall off, I can feel my brain pounding against my head like a tornado. But I was determined to get out of this torture! I Carried on walking until I got to the end. I started panting like a dog I was in relief..until…

The Maze