Nightshift 43: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor
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Doors surrounded them on both sides, blotting up into the long ribbon of darkness ahead. By the light of their flashlights Depth Charge could pick out the eyes of handles glinting all the way to the end of the corridor. The effect was disquietening to say the least, like there were twenty or so different sides something could leap out from. And it was quiet here, too. Very quiet.
"Doesn't look like the party's here tonight," he commented in a low voice, knowing full well that the rooms could easily have been soundproofed but choosing to ignore common sense in favour of breaking the silence. "You still conscious?"