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Authors: Erica Stevens
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attack, and probably would have one, before he got of this mess. Taking a deep breath he pushed off the wall and tried to stay calm when he saw that the sliver of light had vanished.
"Hello!"
Another thud echoed, and then he heard what he assumed was a muffled shout. He edged to the other wall and cautiously crept his foot forward. The ground beneath him remained blessedly solid as he crisscrossed back to the other side. The puddle sloshed over top of his ankles and slid uncomfortably into his sneakers. "Hello!"
"He… Here!" The word, subdued and broken, was one of the best things he'd ever heard.
Something brushed across his face and he instinctively threw his arm up to knock it aside. It swung away before brushing against him again. Xander seized hold of it; his fingers ran over the rubber and wire tubing in his grasp before he pushed it away and continued on.
His hand fell into nothing again, but instead of a doorway, it took him a few steps to realize that he was at a crossroads. "Hello!"
The banging continued to come from his left as another, "Here," called out to him. He glanced back, but there was nothing to see that way, not anymore. Xander branched to the left and continued to count his steps as he moved down the hall, though he doubted the counting would do him any good, not anymore. He couldn't shake the notion of him roaming these halls like a trapped rat until he died.
He was seventy five shuffles down the hall when the shouts came from his right again. He fumbled forward and his hand fell into the doorway of another classroom. "Hello!"
"Here!" The shout, though still muffled was far clearer and louder than before. His shoulders slumped as he took a deep breath and moved cautiously into the room. He brushed aside more wiring and kept his hand braced against a smooth, cool counter as he used it to guide him forward.
He tried to recall the multimedia classrooms from high school, and if this one was anything like Foxboro, there would be another side room where the TV and radio equipment were kept. There may also be another room that acted as a studio, or that could even be the room he was in. An explosive curse escaped him as he came up across something that hit him in the shin and knee.
His hands fisted on the counter as he inhaled harshly through his clenched teeth. He thought he might have preferred a hockey stick. Taking a deep breath, he went to kick aside whatever it was he'd walked into, but it didn't budge. He bent down and felt over top of it. It appeared to be a cabinet of some kind as his hands scrambled over the rectangle shape. He grabbed hold of the back of it and pulled it forward. It groaned and squeaked as it scraped across the tile floor.
He managed to shove it out of the way enough to take a couple of steps forward before coming across another obstacle. "What the…" his voice trailed off as he realized that this may be what was keeping the people trapped.
"Hello!"
"We're in here!" The voices were clear and strong as they shouted over top of one another. "Get us out please!"
Xander fumbled across another cabinet. He grabbed hold of the back to pull it forward but it didn't budge, not even a centimeter. He managed to find the handles and jerked on them, but the doors remained locked. Wiping his arm across his brow, he leaned back on his heels as his mind churned. There had to be something…
Staying on his hands and knees, he moved straight across the floor as he searched for something to break the lock with. "Are you still out there?"
"I'm here!" Xander yelled back. "Just hold on."
Reaching the wall, he turned and moved over a few feet before crawling back toward the cabinet. It took three more passes before his hand connected with something solid upon the floor. His fingers scrabbled awkwardly over the object until he realized that it was a video camera. It wasn't the best thing, but he should be able to make do with it.
He scurried back to the cabinet with the camera tucked
"Hello!"
Another thud echoed, and then he heard what he assumed was a muffled shout. He edged to the other wall and cautiously crept his foot forward. The ground beneath him remained blessedly solid as he crisscrossed back to the other side. The puddle sloshed over top of his ankles and slid uncomfortably into his sneakers. "Hello!"
"He… Here!" The word, subdued and broken, was one of the best things he'd ever heard.
Something brushed across his face and he instinctively threw his arm up to knock it aside. It swung away before brushing against him again. Xander seized hold of it; his fingers ran over the rubber and wire tubing in his grasp before he pushed it away and continued on.
His hand fell into nothing again, but instead of a doorway, it took him a few steps to realize that he was at a crossroads. "Hello!"
The banging continued to come from his left as another, "Here," called out to him. He glanced back, but there was nothing to see that way, not anymore. Xander branched to the left and continued to count his steps as he moved down the hall, though he doubted the counting would do him any good, not anymore. He couldn't shake the notion of him roaming these halls like a trapped rat until he died.
He was seventy five shuffles down the hall when the shouts came from his right again. He fumbled forward and his hand fell into the doorway of another classroom. "Hello!"
"Here!" The shout, though still muffled was far clearer and louder than before. His shoulders slumped as he took a deep breath and moved cautiously into the room. He brushed aside more wiring and kept his hand braced against a smooth, cool counter as he used it to guide him forward.
He tried to recall the multimedia classrooms from high school, and if this one was anything like Foxboro, there would be another side room where the TV and radio equipment were kept. There may also be another room that acted as a studio, or that could even be the room he was in. An explosive curse escaped him as he came up across something that hit him in the shin and knee.
His hands fisted on the counter as he inhaled harshly through his clenched teeth. He thought he might have preferred a hockey stick. Taking a deep breath, he went to kick aside whatever it was he'd walked into, but it didn't budge. He bent down and felt over top of it. It appeared to be a cabinet of some kind as his hands scrambled over the rectangle shape. He grabbed hold of the back of it and pulled it forward. It groaned and squeaked as it scraped across the tile floor.
He managed to shove it out of the way enough to take a couple of steps forward before coming across another obstacle. "What the…" his voice trailed off as he realized that this may be what was keeping the people trapped.
"Hello!"
"We're in here!" The voices were clear and strong as they shouted over top of one another. "Get us out please!"
Xander fumbled across another cabinet. He grabbed hold of the back to pull it forward but it didn't budge, not even a centimeter. He managed to find the handles and jerked on them, but the doors remained locked. Wiping his arm across his brow, he leaned back on his heels as his mind churned. There had to be something…
Staying on his hands and knees, he moved straight across the floor as he searched for something to break the lock with. "Are you still out there?"
"I'm here!" Xander yelled back. "Just hold on."
Reaching the wall, he turned and moved over a few feet before crawling back toward the cabinet. It took three more passes before his hand connected with something solid upon the floor. His fingers scrabbled awkwardly over the object until he realized that it was a video camera. It wasn't the best thing, but he should be able to make do with it.
He scurried back to the cabinet with the camera tucked
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