First ever IC post. Hope to goodness I'm doin' this right...
[Momo had no idea how long she'd been walking barefoot through the labyrinthine asylum. Upon first returning to awareness in this place, she'd found herself atop the body of an NPC orderly, bloodstained hands tightly grasping his crushed throat. She'd not even time to get past her shock before the sounds of approaching boots and raised voices reached her ears. Without thinking she'd bolted past the open doorway and fled down the hall away from the alarmed shouts that immediately followed. It had only been a short time ago that she'd even dared to stop running.
By now, she was quite lost. Every door she came across (that wasn't locked) had led either to a supply closet or a bare, empty room. Momo would often hear horrible things from somewhere close by...torture, murder, screaming, pleading; sometimes, the sound of vicious, gleeful laughter. And every time she would flee, taking random turns at every intersection and inevitably losing all account of where she was.
The bland walls and ceiling seemed to be pressing in on her; she felt in her ears and chest the rapid pulse of an all too uncomfortable human heartbeat. There was no escape from this awful place. Would she die here? Would she ever see her loved ones again? What if they were trapped here too?
The lone robot pressed her back against the wall and slumped down to the floor in despair, pulling her knees up against her chin. Her eyes and throat stung from unshed tears...]