Aug 29, 2015
Keep Quiet [marchinglittlepig]
Bare feet slid across the cold tile as he slowly went around another corner.
Had he already been here? He was positive he had. Damn it, he had backtracked somehow. He was wasting time, time that he may or may not have.
Footsteps in the distance caused him to jump and scurry underneath a table, not even bothering with the night vision. If he was going to die, he’d rather not see it coming. It would be best that way.
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