[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC8Rl4JSohk][img]https://greenwalledtower.files.wordpress.com/2013/06/dark-hallway.jpg[/img][/url] [color=gray][/color] [/center] [center] [h2][b]6663[/b][/h2] Despite being aware of your situation and the threat of over 100 potentially dangerous inmates you are trapped in a building with For some reason, you manage to remain firly calm. You feel like you wont find it hard to stay hidden and go unnoticed if you have to. Not thinking about it you grabbed the items from the box, it felt quite light. Which put a lump in your throat, was it going to be anything useful? The dim lighting reflected off the steel of a [b]Screwdriver[/b]. You have no idea if this is a 'good weapon' in comparison to what the others may have, but you hang on to it. Right next to is your poem, you begin reading it as you get down the hallway. The lighting is just as dim as the cell, and you can only just make out the words on the laminated paper. [hider=6663] [i]Piggy bank make a buck Piggy running in a truck Other Piggies need their slop. Take all complaints to the top.[/i] [/hider] The hallway becomes darker as you move through it, and then you notice your steps start making a splashing sound. There appears to be puddled water where you are going. You still don't hear anything though. [u]You can keep moving forward or turn around to go down the other end of the hallway.[/u] [@Xandrya] [h2][b]8951[/b][/h2] Your head begins to throb a little as you peer down either end of the hallway of your cell, its because your eyes are straining to see in dim lighting. You cant see or hear anything. And it unnerves you, after hearing the warden said there was [i]150 Inmates[/i] in this area. After a few more looks left and right you open your box to find your weapon. [b] A bottle....glass bottle[/b]. And its not empty. You screw off the top of the bottle and strain your eyes to see that the liquid is clear. After taking a quick sniff, you deduce that it is some very aged whiskey. Setting the bottle down, you then pull out the laminated poem. [hider= 8951] [i]Roses are her best friend forever. Will it keep her together? Although they say he knows best. It could be that you know better.[/i] [/hider] Standing near the entrance you contemplate your next move. [u]Right or Left down the hallway?[/u] [@King Tai] [h2][b]7064[/b][/h2] The the throbbing inside of your ears is from fear. Whatever semi relaxed state you were in has quickly worn off. You are now in a state of panic but you managed to keep your voice quiet and your hands somewhat steady as you open your box. Your agility makes you faster than the average person, for some odd reason, you feel like you were enhanced in someway despite not being aware of how fast you may have been before you woke up. Your box is heavy. You open it slowly... Its a [b]Revolver.[/b] A gun! This has got to be good right? You hold it to feel its weight. It feels useful and very real. But you don't know anything about guns, even if you did before it seems to be a lost memory now. You try and keep optimistic and then check your poem. [hider=7064] Make them all run away...... .....Make them pay.... ....give no olive branch of peace... while its still the day... [/hider] Scratching your head you now have two options. For some reason, you feel like you wont find it hard to stay hidden and go unnoticed if you have to. [u]Will you go right or left from your cell?[/u] [@LittleFae] [/center]