Alex pondered on his options for a while before he would decide on the main door. He'd sigh as he ran towards it, which wasn't all too far away. The trip was rather uneventful, with random sounds of Emily's onslaught behind him, random brown splotches onto the tiled floor around him. He'd rapidly exhale, trying to catch his breath as he made it to the door. He'd tilt his head backwards as he examined the door.
Unfortunately, the thing is sealed shut, not a single crack where Alex could crawl through. He'd stomp his foot onto the ground, furiated, he wanted to get out of here so he could get help, but that's impossible now. "Well, might as well try the hole in the wall, then." He'd say in a depressive voice, but just as he turned around, he would hear loud giggling on the other side of the door, and it was approaching.
Alex thanked his lucky star, as he would run a few inches away from the opening to be ready for whenever it opened. Loud thumping noises would be heard, growing louder and louder as the chatting and giggling would continue, before the doorknob would turn and the door swung open with a massive force.
"Ooooh fuck, I need to shit so fucking hard!" the girl would exclaim as she stomped into the bathroom, as two other girls followed.
Alex didn't realize the wind pressure from the door would be so severe, and he would find himself flying backwards like a feather.
Lucky Nail
Lucky for Alex, well... Maybe not lucky, but still...
His back would pummel into a half-hammered nail just behind him as it'd stop enough momentum for him to grab onto it, holding it tightly until it was safe to run out before the door slammed shut. Freedom is sweet after all.
Wash Your Hands.
The force would carry him upwards, causing him to crash back down onto the line-up of basins, giving him a better look at the girls, and possibly a great chance of getting their attention.
Too Much Stool.
Alex would feel himself being pushed backwards, looking over his shoulder as he'd see a lonely stool sitting in the corner of the bathroom, he'd crash his back against the wall, getting the wind knocked out of him just to fall back down onto the seat of the stool, disoriented.
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