I walked down the hallway everyone staring, eyes filled with outrageous hunger. Then a man, michevious in every way, stood at the doorway. His silver eyes consumed my vision as everyone suddenly converged onto me. Their hands clawing at my skin. Blood starts running down my face, but I'm not afraid. The man with the evil silver eyes is laughing at me; tears run down my face, but I'm not afraid. I continue walking forward. I stumble but continue to move even though my limbs are screaming at me to stop. My heart beating faster and faster its almosting deafening in my ears. He continues to laugh at me as I fall to the ground, the mindless people