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“True.” Bianca shook her arms and kicked the wall.
“True.” Bianca shook her arms and kicked the wall.
"There's something here."
Flory moved to stand beside Allison. "The ceiling? Is there a panel we can get up through, or something?"
“Where is it?”
"I'm not too sure. I have an idea though." Allison pulled the gun back out and fired a shot at the ceiling without warning. "There. It went clean through."
Flory's hands shot up to her ears. "What the hell! A little warning? You could've hurt someone!"
"No. Apparently I know what I'm doing. The muscle memory theory checked out." She poked a finger through the bullet hole, wincing at the heat but not removing it.
"Well, someone should go in first to check it out."
"We'd have to open it first."
“Hold on, I think I got it.” Bianca somersaulted off the wall and kicked the ceiling in one swift motion that felt like second nature to her.
"Huh."
"Well, o-kay then," Flory said awkwardly. "Why don't you go first then, since you opened it."
“What the hell is going on?” Corbyn said, his voice still husky from sleep. To wake up in an empty room with strangers, one holding a gun, and another about to go through the ceiling. Where am I?
"Gee, wish I fuckin' knew." Allison stated, making her way over to him and holding a hand out to help him up.
Flory shrugged. "We know probably just as much as you. Check your pocket."
Corbyn took the hand, using it to help pull himself up. Check my pocket…? Sticking a hand in his right, he pulled out a piece of paper with a messy scrawl on it. Peering closer, he spoke. “Cor…bean? Corbean? Wait, no, it’s Corbyn. Is that supposed to be me?”
"Seems like it. I'm Allison." She tucked the gun back in the waistband of her jeans and took a drag from her cigarette, turning to exhale the smoke.
"Apparently I'm Flory, nice to meet you apparently Corbyn."
“Nice to meet y’all,” Corbyn glanced up at the ceiling, marveling at how someone could’ve gotten up there. Looks like only an acrobat could do fancy tricks like that. “So how’re we getting outta here?”
"We're gonna help each other up through the ceiling," Flory told him. She suddenly cringed as she felt a pain on her legs. She squatted down, pulling up her pant leg to reveal a lot of bandages wrapped around her lower legs. She lifted one up a bit to peer underneath at the wound. Dotted on her leg was many small scars, some looking very recent, some looking years old. "Wow, I am slightly more disturbed. Who the hell am I?"
"Somebody with a penchant for injuries, apparently. I'll volunteer to go first, just in case." Allison turned to look up at the hatch, an odd look on her face.
“Okay, wait. What if there’s something dangerous up there?” Bianca said, looking warily at the ceiling. “Maybe this whole thing is a test?”
"Then I die. Big whoop." Allison shrugged.
"We don't know who we are. I'm sure it's not a big deal to anyone if we die."
Bianca frowned. “I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t think I like leaving people behind. Let’s make sure we all make it back..wherever we came from, okay? “
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