Night 50: Kitchen (1st Floor)
[From here.]
L had never seen this kitchen before. Even when it was only illuminated by a beam of light, it was cleaner and brighter than other rooms, much like its counterpart on the second level. Surfaces gleamed. Realizing that he had been holding his breath (in anticipation of--what?), he exhaled slowly.
Three doors lined the wall in front of him--two pantries and a refrigerator.
The trouble with a trap door to the basement was that it was also a trap door from the basement. There was no way of knowing what might be waiting for them, and the closer they got, the more the knowledge tugged at him, increasing his apprehension. It wasn't paranoia; the Institute offered ample grounds for disquiet.
He indicated the door in the middle with his flashlight. "That one is the refrigerator. I believe Jones said the door is there. We can find it." He spoke in German, again; at least one of his companions understood it. Neither of them spoke English.
L had never seen this kitchen before. Even when it was only illuminated by a beam of light, it was cleaner and brighter than other rooms, much like its counterpart on the second level. Surfaces gleamed. Realizing that he had been holding his breath (in anticipation of--what?), he exhaled slowly.
Three doors lined the wall in front of him--two pantries and a refrigerator.
The trouble with a trap door to the basement was that it was also a trap door from the basement. There was no way of knowing what might be waiting for them, and the closer they got, the more the knowledge tugged at him, increasing his apprehension. It wasn't paranoia; the Institute offered ample grounds for disquiet.
He indicated the door in the middle with his flashlight. "That one is the refrigerator. I believe Jones said the door is there. We can find it." He spoke in German, again; at least one of his companions understood it. Neither of them spoke English.