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Chapter Three
You stopped trying in terms of opening the locked door, instead, you collapse the gun racks together to form a bridged ladder. You looked up, the air could be seen drifting out of the ventilation shafts. Slowly you climbed up, and grabbed a screw-driver you were going to install the fuel tanks. You unscrew the vent and head in. There's a slight draft, noticeable more from sight. You are now halfway into the shaft, and it branches to two directions. To the left, there are tiny smudges of red smear alike the smear you had seen earlier. To the right, this is where the air seem to be coming from.
A vague sound from the outside: barely audible. This shook the whole ventilation shaft; it wobbled left and right and then it suddenly stopped. The cold draft from the right seem to be no more, you cannot see it either.
You yawn: you're tired, exhausted; yet, the adrenaline is keeping you focused and awake. You wished for sleep but it is not possible.
You're at the split of the ventilation shaft, and still holding onto your screw-driver. This may be your only weapon against whatever is out there.
Poll: Get rid of the screw driver?
(Vote): Keep it for safety measures
(Vote): Dent a hole in the ventillation to see where you are at
(Vote): Get rid of it
Looking ahead:
Poll: Where do you want to go?
(Vote): Crawl to the left.
(Vote): Crawl to the right.
(Vote): Rest and sleep inside the vent.
(Vote): Go back down and try to open the door.
Voting ends 1/31 9KST
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