Delta was once again exploring the rooms during the day. He was searching for a way out, but as usual, he found nothing of interest. The more time he spent here, the more he was convinced this house was some sort of bastardization of the afterlife. There weren't any angelic trumpets or fires of hell. Maybe all religions were wrong.
He plodded into the Grand Hall from the west wing. He planned on crossing across the large room to the east wing. He still had to explore that wing. However, he stopped in the middle of the Grand Hall when he saw movement in the entrance room through the hallway. He paused.
Was that man all right? He looked like he was scribbling something on a shirt. Odd. The large creature gave a slight tilt of his head at Michale.
Michael suddenly had the overwhelming feeling of being watched. He stopped his scribbling and looked up. Michael stared at the - person? who he guessed to be around 7 feet tall. He was surprised at the appearance of the other.
Was the other one of them?
''Who are you?'' He asked suspiciously, concealing the blue-print like sketches.
He'd come back in here after exploring with Reid, he wanted to make sure his sketches were accurate. If they were going to get out of here, they'd need a plan.
Delta stayed where he was and took out the small notepad strapped to his back. He clicked his pen and started to scribble some words.
Johnny. I've been stuck here.
Who are you?
His writing was a bit of a scrawl, but it was surprisingly neat. After writing he carefully stepped forward and showed the man his notebook. The Alpha series was doing his best not to seem aggressive and monstrous. It was easier said than done to look friendly when one was dressed up in his getup. At least this man spoke to him and didn't attack.
Oh, but Delta was used to odd looks. He got a lot of them here.
Michael looked at the writing, then made a mental note note of the fact there were now 3 people stuck here - including himself. He suspected there was more, but for now he was relying only on what he saw.
''I'm Michael.'' He answered, still cautious of the other. ''I got here today.''
Michael still kept his sketch concealed, he wasn't about to trust someone straight away, not when he suspected the company were responsible for this.
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He plodded into the Grand Hall from the west wing. He planned on crossing across the large room to the east wing. He still had to explore that wing. However, he stopped in the middle of the Grand Hall when he saw movement in the entrance room through the hallway. He paused.
Was that man all right? He looked like he was scribbling something on a shirt. Odd. The large creature gave a slight tilt of his head at Michale.
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Michael stared at the - person? who he guessed to be around 7 feet tall. He was surprised at the appearance of the other.
Was the other one of them?
''Who are you?'' He asked suspiciously, concealing the blue-print like sketches.
He'd come back in here after exploring with Reid, he wanted to make sure his sketches were accurate. If they were going to get out of here, they'd need a plan.
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Johnny. I've been stuck here.
Who are you?
His writing was a bit of a scrawl, but it was surprisingly neat. After writing he carefully stepped forward and showed the man his notebook. The Alpha series was doing his best not to seem aggressive and monstrous. It was easier said than done to look friendly when one was dressed up in his getup. At least this man spoke to him and didn't attack.
Oh, but Delta was used to odd looks. He got a lot of them here.
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''I'm Michael.'' He answered, still cautious of the other. ''I got here today.''
Michael still kept his sketch concealed, he wasn't about to trust someone straight away, not when he suspected the company were responsible for this.
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