Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

wound on her arm must have opened while they were fleeing.
“Oh,” Charlie said, suddenly a little nauseated herself. John moved toward her
to help, but she waved him away. “I’m fine,” she said. She moved the arm
experimentally; it ached with the same dull pain that had been radiating through it for the
last few days, but did not seem worse, and the spot of blood did not seem to be growing
very fast. There another rumble of thunder outside, and the walls trembled.
“We have to get out of here; not out of this room, out of this building!” Jessica
exclaimed.
“Carlton needs a doctor.” John added.
Jessica’s voice rose in pitch, sounding frantic, “We’re all going to need a
doctor if we don’t leave!”
“I know,” Charlie said. She felt a rising irritation at the self-evident statement,
and she tried to tamp it down. They were scared, and they were trapped: sniping at one
another would not help. “Okay,” she said. “You’re right. We need to get out. We could
try the skylight.”
“I don’t think we’ll be able to get out that way,” John said.
“There’s got to be a ladder in this place somewhere,” Charlie replied, her fear
receding as she considered the options. She sat up straighter, gathering herself together.
“It won’t help,” Jessica said.
“Air vents,” John said hastily. “The ones Jason got in through were too small,
but there have to be others. Windows—Freddy’s had windows, right? They have to lead
somewhere.”
“I think it’s safe to say that all of them have been bricked up.” Charlie shook
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