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Tony's relief at exiting the claustrophobic confines of the stairwell was short-lived. The level above seemed as sparsely populated as the level below, and while this boded well for his chances of finding anything still worth scavenging for, it also meant any trouble came with slightly higher stakes. This deterred him roughly long enough to sweep the beam of his flashlight cautiously along the hall, peering as far as the light extended. Which still wasn't nearly as far as he wanted to. The lack of any immediate response, or any conspicuous blood stains, were things he decided he could count as good signs.
He hurried down toward the end of the hall, keeping a careful eye out for any motion, and an ear out for ominous chittering.