Echoing Frustration
Exhausted from her failed attempt with the window, Rachel ran back to the door. Her fists pounded against its hard surface, each thud echoing down what she imagined to be the seemingly deserted hallways.
“Is anyone out there? Can anyone hear me?” she shouted, her voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. She hoped, with every ounce of her being, that her pleas would reach someone—anyone.