I go deeper but I soon hit a wall. Most of the doors are rusted shut. This place isn’t that big after all, and it seems like their finding me is inevitable. At least… it is if I stay where they can see me. I pass a corridor that is blocked off with some kind of wooden barrier. It’s just a plank bolted across the way, with the word DANGER finger-painted on with that glowing paint. Beyond the plank, as set of stairs leading down.
It may be that I can creep a little down those stairs, without finding the “danger”, but enough to get them to pass by. Then, I could sneak back up, get out behind them, and escape whatever this place is!
1- Wait, what I’m I doing? This is crazy! I should just stop and give myself up.
2- No, I can’t trust these strangers. This is my best option.
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