Nightshift 25: M71 - M80 Hallway
There had been a flashlight under his pillow. Cloud had decided that anything in this strange place would be useful for him to utilize in any capacity. He has searched around this room and taken the booklet that appeared to be a diary and a couple of pens for either writing or as a mock-weapon if it came down to that. The radio was archaic, but it seemed to work correctly.
He still had absolutely no idea where he was or how he ended up in a place like this either. He was not about to sit around in a bedroom waiting for the answers to come to him, so he carefully left his room and peered around up and down the hallway. It was dark; wonderful.
Stepping out, he found the slippers on his feet ineffective and left them behind to walk barefoot. He turned on the flashlight and looked around, spotting a door at the end of the hallway, and he made his way towards that, pausing to look at the other doors. They had a letter and numbers on them. His said ‘M75’, and he decided that was important enough to make note of.
It was quiet, so he kept himself on guard as he moved silently to the door into another hallway.
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He still had absolutely no idea where he was or how he ended up in a place like this either. He was not about to sit around in a bedroom waiting for the answers to come to him, so he carefully left his room and peered around up and down the hallway. It was dark; wonderful.
Stepping out, he found the slippers on his feet ineffective and left them behind to walk barefoot. He turned on the flashlight and looked around, spotting a door at the end of the hallway, and he made his way towards that, pausing to look at the other doors. They had a letter and numbers on them. His said ‘M75’, and he decided that was important enough to make note of.
It was quiet, so he kept himself on guard as he moved silently to the door into another hallway.
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