Run

Your eyes are open 

But you can't see

Your back is against the wall

And your legs are against your chest

You want to whisper

But whatever is scuffling out there

Might not be a friend

You calm your breathing

Hold in the tears

And hide the whimper

The scuffling is quieter

You go onto your hands and knees

And start to quietly

Crawl

Your hands slowly brush across the floor 

Tense

Ready to pull back at any second

Your hand touches something

You pull away quickly

You freeze

Nothing happens

You touch whatever it is

It's cold

But soft

You brush over it

You feel an item of clothing

You move your hands

Hair?

Nose?

Mouth?

Eyes?

You jump back

Your knees land in something

Your hand investigates

It's a liquid

Quite thick

Smells odd

Maybe a leaky drain of some sort?

You move away from the

-corpse- 
And go around

Away from the scuffling

You feel something else

Hard

Cold

Strong

And shaped like a club

You keep it

Could be used as a weapon

You come to a solid

And realise it's a wall

The room isn't large

You stand up

And shuffle across the wall

Trying to find a door

A window

An exit

An escape

The scuffling stops

And you hear tearing

And ripping

And squelching

You know what's happening

But you don't want to accept it

So you carry on around the room

Hoping the

-Scuffler-

Is distracted 

And full enough

Again

The scuffling stops

You hear nothing

And then you feel something on your leg

Moving up you

You freeze

A wet

Tongue?

Slides up your arm

And across your face

A breath fans across your face

The lights turn on

Now

Where are you going to run?