Nightshift 39: Men's Bathroom (M41-M80)
[from here]
It was pitch black inside the bathroom and the close, damp air smelled foul. Armand thought they smelled bad enough during the day. Instinctively, he crouched down low and moved toward where he thought the sinks were, groping in the darkness for the pipes. Every sound he made was magnified and echoed back at him.He wouldn't be able to easily hear if something was creeping up on him, but he did hope that obvious noises like a door opening would be noticed. He hoped.
He found some pipes and then sat while he explored their workings with his hands. Some kind of moisture was seeping into his trousers, and he tried not to imagine what it was. He needed to feel out where the joins were to loosen them. In the dark with no tools. This was beginning to seem more and more idiotic a plan.
It was pitch black inside the bathroom and the close, damp air smelled foul. Armand thought they smelled bad enough during the day. Instinctively, he crouched down low and moved toward where he thought the sinks were, groping in the darkness for the pipes. Every sound he made was magnified and echoed back at him.He wouldn't be able to easily hear if something was creeping up on him, but he did hope that obvious noises like a door opening would be noticed. He hoped.
He found some pipes and then sat while he explored their workings with his hands. Some kind of moisture was seeping into his trousers, and he tried not to imagine what it was. He needed to feel out where the joins were to loosen them. In the dark with no tools. This was beginning to seem more and more idiotic a plan.