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Shooting into the darkness with a flash so bright,
imprinted on the eyes to see the shapes of light,
closing eyelids tight to press harder for an image to see,
focusing on the shapes and using it for a memory,
a step is taken with cautious stride into that place,
as a sweat bead rolls and accumulated down a rough face,
reaching what is thought to be a corner of the trail,
the darkness the worst enemy but this mission cannot fail,
another shot into the dark place to gather another flash,
then moving onwards again for until a wall comes to crash,
a sharpened spike cuts into the hand causing the gun to drop,
holding tight to the wound and coming to a complete stop,
reaching down to pick it up while feeling around,
but then remembering the exit is only ahead to be found,
crawling forwards then feeling the door and handle to reach,
opening it up and hearing the high pitched hinge screech,
a light at the end of the tunnel seen ahead,
as now the stenches of death with smell of the dead,
looking back now to the place where the gun lays,
lit up by the light through the door exposing the metal rays,
crawling back as something is heard over dripping saliva from above,
it sniffs the air because it is blind as the blood is what it will love,
sliding across the floor and grabbing the gun in one hand,
pointing it towards this thing as shaking but able to stand,
shooting into the darkness with a flash and scream heard,
the creature dies without an understandable word.