Survivals Edge
In the grip of terror, I clutch the knife, its weight a cruel reminder of the grim task before me. With each passing second, the ultimatum echoes in my mind, driving home the stark reality of my predicament. As the pain of losing a finger sears through me, a primal instinct for survival surges within, propelling me forward into the abyss of the night. Every step is fraught with dread, every shadow a potential threat, yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of determination ignites. With each heartbeat, I wrestle with the harrowing choice before me, grappling with the unthinkable notion of taking a life to save my own. But as the hours slip away, the relentless march of time spurs me on, a testament to the unyielding strength of self-preservation in the face of unimaginable horror.