<br/>I look up as the bell begins ringing, a rising sense of panic swarming in my gut - I'm used to the city, a maze of ways in and out, a dozen hiding places on every block stored for future reference. I don't know anything about this place, I don't know where to run if I get out, I don't know anything. I was just supposed to be scouting tonight! If that freak hadn't grabbed me...<br/><br/>I curse under my breath, heading forward more slowly, holding the torch out ahead of me. The gun feels good in my grip - there's no need to be quiet now. But who knows what I'll be up against? How am I supposed to get out of this? I throw my head back, pushing back the sense of panic. losing control never helped anyone.<br/><br/>Still I shudder, thinking back on the "cows", the men... this place is insane, places like this just are not REAL.