Nightshift 32: East Wing, Hall B
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John turned into the next hallway, his flashlight bouncing off of the walls. It was funny how used to this he was getting. The darkness, though no less black, didn't feel quite so suffocating. Then again, they weren't quite out of the woods and it would be foolish to let himself become lax.
"There's a door at the end of the hall," he told Wolfram. "If we walk a bit faster we might make it without any problem."
John turned into the next hallway, his flashlight bouncing off of the walls. It was funny how used to this he was getting. The darkness, though no less black, didn't feel quite so suffocating. Then again, they weren't quite out of the woods and it would be foolish to let himself become lax.
"There's a door at the end of the hall," he told Wolfram. "If we walk a bit faster we might make it without any problem."