We walked along the empty path that led to an abandoned shelter. I walked into the shelter with no one by my side. It was to dark; I could barely see anything, and it was broad daylight outside. It looked like nobody has been in here for ages. I ran my hand along the dusty counter that hasn't been touched in what looks like years. I felt a sharp pain pierced through my hand; I looked down to see the blood dripping onto my shoe, and I saw the nail innocently sitting there in my hand. I immediately removed it from my hand, and regretted coming here. The blood quickly crept down my fingers as I made my way to the door before I felt another searing in my back.
