Get out of there

You need to get out. You need to get out of this house now. It's a primal response to the primal fear of a wild animal that has found itself cornered by a predator. Adrenaline courses through your veins, time dilates.

Your vision narrows, you can feel your pulse so loudly in your head.

Beat...

You turn and run towards the stairs...

Beat...

You're on the first floor...

Beat...

You slam into the door. Hand fumbling for a handle that no longer exists...

Beat...

Hoping against hope you turn towards the back door...

Beat...

You slam into the solid metal, not even a budge..

Beat...

The windows...

Beat...

You grab a pan from the stove top...

Beat...

You slam it into the nearest window. Noticing now far too late that they too have been replaced with a thick glass...

Beat....

Your mind runs through the points of egress and nothing...

Beat...

You drop to your hands and knees gasping for air. In your terror you body has been spending oxygen it doesn't have...

Beat...

You slump down your vision is fading...

Beat...

You look up and see Cerve standing over you a pityingly look in her simulated eyes. You scramble back away from her into a corner as your vision fades to red and then black.