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Scopophobia

There were no clocks anywhere, so my concept of time was distorting more and more the longer I stayed there. 

 "You have to get out of here. "

 Sounds like a plan, Remy: numero dos.

I started walking faster, my heart beating along with it, then running, then sprinting for my life, until I suddenly stopped and looked behind me. 

 That's when I realized. 

I hadn't shut any of the doors behind me, so I could see how far I'd walked. I could barely see the end of the hallway. My mind raced. How long have I been walking? 

 Is this hallway endless? 

Am I dreaming? 

 AM I dreaming?

It crossed my mind that I could pinch myself or something to maybe wake myself up, but i shook the thought from my head soon after. I kept walking. It felt like time was slowing down more and more with each second.

 Is this what it feels like to go crazy? 

 I kept walking.

 And walking.. 

 And walking... 

 In one section, the hall lights were flickering.

 Ah, an operating room! 

I sauntered on into the operating room and wow, was it a mess. There was blood and black goo absolutely everywhere along with some chunks of flesh sprinkled around the floor. I ran out of the room as fast as my legs would allow; I was getting dizzy from the shock when I really realized how much danger I could be in right now.