The smell of death clung to the air, spoiled meat and the tang of cheap perfume. It simmered in the endless stretch of hallway, thick and curling into my nostrils.

I needed to run. My every instinct screamed at me to run. Every atom that built me up tried to force my body to flee. The corridor was constructed from a blinding black glass that went on forever, thick, red bubbles simmering along the shining surface of the walls, leaking down to the floor in murderous streaks.

I needed to run. It was getting closer, but my feet were anchored to the spot and I couldn't look behind me. I...