Then you see someone else. It takes a second to see him at first because he is flat against the wall but eventually the blue coveralls, much like your own save for color, come into perfect view. His posture and form is a near perfect way to hide and you can see why it is you have come this far down the hallway to notice him. He has used the odd shaped protrusion of the door to obscure his presence. His eyes draw to yours as he notices that you notice and you gaze briefly past him to perhaps determine what it is he might be hiding from. Beyond him is another open doorway into very dark room full of clutter but your perceptions are immediately interrupted. His eyes have darted past you into the hallway beyond you, perhaps even from whence you came. An icy chill runs up your spine as you turn your head attempting to keep the man in blue within your periphery.
Down the hallway the lights and ear-drum shattering booms of machine-gun fire startle you to attention. Bullets thump tearing holes into the wallpaper along the wall in your direction. Your reflexes drop you to a crouch against the wall and you have dodged the first volley of gunfire. But you certainly no longer feel safe where you are. The drumming of your heart makes rhythm with the machinegun and your body is pulsing with an almost electric charge.
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