WK#7 Not Much by Abdul

I didn’t remember much when I woke up. My head felt like I just bumped into something. There was a key next to my cheek, I picked it up and opened the  rotting door. There was an old knife on the ground so I picked it up, hid it and ran. I bumped into a woman, she looked like she was in her twenties. She looked at me and asked where it was. She was mispronouncing her letters and words. I told her I didn’t know where it was. I ran away.

“But where did it go?”she shouted. I reached the metallic door and opened it to my freedom.