Chloe figured that she was dreaming or that she really had gone insane, but the sounds of the screams and the explosion were all too real. "Who the hell are you?!" She yelled, but before she knew it the mysterious man was gone as if he disappeared into thin air. She stared at the door for a moment, expecting to wake up and realize that this was only her false hope imagining things.
Lifting herself up from the floor, Chloe wavered for a moment before catching herself on the wall beside her. She hadn't fully used her legs in days, and standing only made it worse. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she peered around the corner and her breathing only grew heavier despite trying to quiet it. Suddenly, she heard a commotion in the hallway and a boy about her age was running in the opposite direction yelling "JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL BREEEEEEEEEEAK!" at the top of his lungs with two guards hot on his trail.
Chloe took a breath, stepped out of her room and said, "Hey!", although her voice cracked and it was evident that it didn't have the same effect as she was hoping. Chloe cleared her throat and shouted, "HEY!" once more and this time it echoed. It was something that she wouldn't have normally done but the situation called for desperate measures and she was hoping that luck would be on her side. One of them had stopped in his tracks while the other continued to chase the other boy. The guard pointed his gun at her and started to run in her direction. Her heart rate sped up, but nothing was happening. Suddenly the guard was only a few feet away from her.
"You little--", the guard started to say, but he was cut short as his body slammed into the wall. For a moment Chloe stood there and felt a small smile come onto her lips, but she realized that none of them had much time. She kicked the gun away from him just to be safe and ran to the room right across from hers. The door read "Vivian DeSoto" right underneath the window. Chloe proceeded to shake the door handle and then bang on it out of frustration when it wouldn't budge.
"Dammit." Chloe muttered. She looked around for a moment, realizing each door had its own card reader. Biting her lip, Chloe tip toed over to the guard that was passed out against the wall and spotted a plastic identification card hanging from his belt. With shaking hands Chloe unclipped the card and prayed that it would work.
"Come on, come on," she repeated over and over. At first she had dropped the card, due to a loud crash down the hall. But using both hands she had swiped it through and almost cried when she heard the beeping noise of the door opening.