What the heck is going on here? I need to get out of here. Even as I dash through the nearest doorway, I'm still questioning this place, this clown, and myself. I need to get to cover. Someone is trying to kill me! These two thoughts hit me at the same time, my instinct for survival and my rational mind at odds.
Who was that guy hugging the wall? Did he know about the gun? Is HE trying to kill me?
I get through the doorway into the next room, and immediately scan for more threats. I need a place to catch my breath and calm my nerves, but I don't really expect to find that here.
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