So there it is. That's what happened. That was my escape attempt, and that was how it went wrong. Stupid, right? I was so close. So close. It was the dehydration that got me, made me think I would be free forever as long as I just managed to get outside. Made me decide it was a good idea to start singing to myself in the air vents. I let out a sob. Such a stupid thing that led to this, and something that could've been avoided so easily.

It's a bit late to start picking holes in my plan now though. I went through with it and it didn't work, end of. Right now I need to focus on running, even though everyone including myself knows its hopeless. But I can't stop. I can't just stand here and let those dogs tear me apart. I have to at least try. Gasping for breath, I look over my shoulder even though I really don't want to see exactly how soon I'm going to die. The sight is enough to make me increase my speed dramatically, even though I thought that there was no way I could possibly run any faster. All three dogs are swiftly gaining on me, jaws wide open and drool hanging from their mouths. One is much closer to me than the others; a few more seconds and it will be close enough to pounce. I let out a cry of fear as it draws ever closer despite my frantic attempts to get away. Someone laughs cruelly, and the dog leaps.

And then it's on me. The dog slams into me like a truck, knocking me to the floor. I thrash wildly, sobbing. Claws tear into my back and sharp teeth dig into my shoulder, lifting me up off the floor. The pain is unbelievable. Then with incredible force, the dog flicks its head and releases me, sending me flying through the air towards its hideous friends. I skid along the floor, not even reaching a stop before another dog sinks its teeth into me and throws me to the third. They're playing with me. Treating me like a toy. Every time I'm thrown to the floor I attempt to get up again and get away from these demonic creatures, but every time I feel razor sharp fangs burying themselves into my flesh and the agony of being thrown across the room to the next dog and the whole torture beginning all over again. Even so, I still try desperately to escape until the pain becomes so unbearable I can't even move. I just have to lay there for what feels like years while the dogs tear into me and fling me around, wishing it would just end. Wishing for death.

In the end, it's a relief when my vision finally starts to go black and my entire body begins to go numb. It occurs to me that I'm finally getting out of Furnace. Even though it's happening in the worst possible way, I still sort of got what I wanted in the end. Obviously I still wish I'd got out instead. No matter what I may have thought to myself, I never really wanted to die down here and especially not like this. If it wasn't for the Skulls being after my blood I probably could have kept my head down and led as decent a life in Furnace as anyone down here could hope for. But things didn't happen that way, and I did what I had to. At least I tried. I didn't just curl up and accept death like I'm doing now. And even better, I almost made it! In fact I did make it, even if it was only for a couple of seconds! I escaped Furnace! It's just a shame that I had to die afterwards. But I still did it.

I watch calmly as a dog leans down and fixes its jaws around my throat. There's nothing I can do now anyway except shut my eyes and allow it to finish what it started. I'm just glad it's over and glad that I managed to escape and see daylight one last time. Even though this is the worst possible thing that could've happened, that everything that could've gone wrong along the way did, it's finally over. No more hiding from the gangs or worrying about what will happen if I get caught trying to escape.

It's finally over. I've escaped Furnace.

Well, that's the end of this story! Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry the final chapter was so short, there wasn't really much left to write. Anyway, leave a review or whatever if you want and thanks for reading!