As Lisa lay in her darkened room, the sound of someone screaming in horror pierced the air, sending a shiver down her spine. "What's going on?" she thought, feeling the urge to investigate. Her attention shifted to the flickering lights, a sign of danger that she instinctively avoided by covering herself with a pillow. In an instant, the bulb above her bed exploded into pieces, leaving her in pitch-black darkness.
Alone and frightened behind closed doors, Lisa could only hear the screams and howls echoing through the corridors. Chills ran down her spine, her heart pounding violently against her chest as sweat soaked her trembling hands. "I need to see," she thought anxiously, clutching onto her sheets. With great effort, she forced herself up and gripped the cold steel ledge attached to the bed, slowly sliding down to the floor, groaning in pain.
Hesitant to attract attention, Lisa covered her mouth as she dragged her aching body toward the door. Peeking through the keyhole, she was met with a horrifying sight: piles of bodies scattered across the floor, blood staining the walls. The claustrophobic corridors were filled with the dead, men, women, and children among them. Lisa recoiled in horror, panting heavily.
The air thickened with the scent of blood, making it hard for Lisa to breathe. She felt tense and shaken, the gruesome scene etching itself into her mind. It was a nightmare come to life, invoking feelings of petrification and confusion. A frightening howling echoed through the hospital building, prompting Lisa to peek through the keyhole once more.
To her horror, ten massive, decayed wolves emerged, their sharp teeth dripping with saliva and human blood. Lisa covered her mouth, trying to remain silent as the monsters prowled the halls, tearing into the bodies with savage hunger. She curled up on the floor, clutching her mother's necklace for comfort.
"I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Where are the police? The military? What is happening?" Lost for words, Lisa struggled to comprehend the nightmare unfolding before her.
Twenty minutes later, determination filled her heart as she remembered her promise to her mother. "I will survive this," she vowed, holding onto her mother's necklace tightly. "You're my strength and my hero. I'll find a way through this." With newfound resolve, Lisa prepared herself to face whatever horrors awaited her, fueled by the memory of her mother's love and encouragement.