The Door by CelticFrostQueen NR

Bradley continues to move forward. As he does so something swoops down from the darkness above. He can feel the wet stickiness of blood welling up where he has been slashed by a razor sharp talon.

In his panic he begins to run, turning left and slamming into a wall. He clings to the wall as he eases himself along it's rough surface.

Suddenly his right hand is no longer touching the wall. It has found an opening.