Polaroid

I woke up. It took me a while to get my eyes used to the darkness. The fog all around wasn't much help. My hand touched something, it felt like cold cold fingers, I didn't look. Near it was a polaroid camera, I grabbed it and started taking pictures so the flash would lighten my way. I heard a noise, was it someone? I sprinted towards its direction but soon my heart squeezed and I had to stop. I fell to the ground, but kept walking on all fours, dragging the camera along with me. I was getting closer and closer and could hear more and more noises the closer I got. My eyes started to get heavy, I had to drag myself the rest of the way. But it would be okay, because I was almost there. The noises were coming from behind a door. I dragged myself up, grabbed the door knob and forced it to the right, opening the door and falling to the ground. Still, pitch black darkness. I heard heavy breathing, so I grabbed the camera and took a picture, but I was just too tired to lift and look at it. I felt someone getting closer to me, and it felt like the end, my eyes got teary and I opened them to look directly at a beautiful gaze, covered by a mask. I tried to keep looking but I just couldn't. The mysterious person lifted my chin and closed my eyes. I then felt a pinch in my arm and lost the ability to move. I heard more heavy breathing approaching, and I knew that person wasn't alone. I could hear several footsteps. After that, I only remenber to hear things being thrown against walls, smashed and sliced. I assumed the worst when some liquid was splashed in my face, it was people, and I would be next. But nothing happened, the noises stopped, and the breathing dissapeared into complete silence. I then shut my mind and fell asleep only until I heard more footsteps. I was lifted onto something and dropped the camera but grabbed the last picture I'd taken, I couldn't think of anything else. A gas mask was placed on me and I fell asleep again. I reopened my eyes in a full white room, several people were laying on hospital beds being looked at. I turned my head and saw someone all dressed in white. That person checked my eyes with a small flashlight and spoke quietly: Congratulations, you survived.
I didn't care, I lifted my still closed hand that didn't let go of the picture, and I saw this.

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- WickedKitty