Busted
They shouted and turned toward his hiding spot, their footsteps pounding on the concrete floor. Thomas didn’t hesitate. He bolted from behind the cabinet, phone still in hand, filming as he sprinted through the tunnel. His heavy breaths and the echo of shouts filled the recording. The beam of his flashlight bounced wildly ahead of him as he ran deeper into the winding passageways.
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