I looked back over my shoulder still hearing footsteps behind me I kicked over a paint bucket someone had shit in and I was at the end of the hallway then so I flew down the stairs fast as I could. I landed hard on the side of my foot, heard it pop. | The pain sent sprawling on the concrete floor. It was wet from the dozens of people who had shuffled through the hall not two minutes ago. The door to the outside was so close, but the sound of running in combat boots may be closer.