[ this is wrong. ooh, yep, this is wrong. the sixth floor has doors, first off, the hallway isn't so barren, and there are usually at least two or three people on the floor with her. so, right off she knows she got off on the wrong floor. her hand reaches back to smack the call button, but it doesn't respond, it doesn't even light up. she can hear the damn thing moving, but it's only moving further and further away. great. so which floor did she end up on?
it can't be a passenger quarter, not with the way the hallway looks, just a deep bank that seems to last for miles without any sort of curve or break. even the empty halls on the upper floor have.. more going on, the dips where the kitchen opens up and the huge doors to the rec rooms. there's none of that here. her gun's out before she stops taking all of it in, her thumb slipping the safety off with a quick flick. ]
Hello?
[ classic horror movie mistake, but she's not in the mood for second guessing. ]
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it can't be a passenger quarter, not with the way the hallway looks, just a deep bank that seems to last for miles without any sort of curve or break. even the empty halls on the upper floor have.. more going on, the dips where the kitchen opens up and the huge doors to the rec rooms. there's none of that here. her gun's out before she stops taking all of it in, her thumb slipping the safety off with a quick flick. ]
Hello?
[ classic horror movie mistake, but she's not in the mood for second guessing. ]
Hello? Anybody up here?