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Nightshift 25: 1st Floor Kitchen
( Coming from here.)
As the door swung open, its lock shattered from a well-placed kick, Max peered into the darkened room beyond. Everything was quiet. Reaching inside, she felt for the light switch, but there was not even any power here. She wasn't surprised.
Sighing, she handed the flashlight back to Excel. "Here, kiddo, let's see what we can find," she advised, her eyesight adjusting enough that she'd be able to at least maneuver her way through the room and hopefully locate some useful items.
As the door swung open, its lock shattered from a well-placed kick, Max peered into the darkened room beyond. Everything was quiet. Reaching inside, she felt for the light switch, but there was not even any power here. She wasn't surprised.
Sighing, she handed the flashlight back to Excel. "Here, kiddo, let's see what we can find," she advised, her eyesight adjusting enough that she'd be able to at least maneuver her way through the room and hopefully locate some useful items.