{chapter 10}
They ran down the corridor with wild fear blazing in their bright blue eyes. Up the stairs, up to the second floor. Close all the doors you can between you and it. Hurry, hurry, move the desks! SLAM! The beast had ran blindly into the first door.
Trembling, they picked up the pace, ignoring the scratchy wail of 005. Of the troll that never died, no matter how hard they tried to do away with it. A desk and a few chairs on each side? Good enough. You'll die any minute now, it's not going to stop coming. Hurry up and write. They gritted their teeth and opened their note book. They started to furiously scribble down a letter.
'I know someone will find us eventually. Our team of freak survivors and our goal just out of reach. I was never one with words, so I'll make it quick. Don't let our research go to waste. If this building still stands and our journals are intact, that is. We have all lost our lives for it, and now I'm about to loose mine. I wish you good luck, you people of the far future. Stay safe in the lands of silence.'
They tossed the book aside. The screaming had grown. This is it. The end of my tale. I hope they'll care to read it, if they come. When they come, I'm positive they will. Someone, sometime. Sooner or later, someone will come. We will set the world right, once again.
Skrrritch skrrrratch... Björn clawed at the door with a whimper. They held their breath and closed their eyes tight, waiting. But nothing happened. Björn let out a small whine, the sound of his claws tapping on the tile floor alerting the human to his slow retreat. They opened their eyes in disbelief. "Well wasn't that fun..." They muttered, ever sarcastic - momentarily forgetting about the troll escaping from its tank in the room just behind them...
