In front of us stretched the corridor, a pitch-black tunnel of metal and dust. The faint hum of power pulsed in the walls, after years of disuse, no doubt. Every few feet, a light would flicker, casting erratic shadows along the corridor as though someone or something were moving just out of sight.
Anthony and I exchanged glances.
"Okay," he subvocalized. "So, uh, this is definitely giving off horror movie vibes."
I nodded. "Yup."
"You ever seen those found-footage films? Where a couple of idiots wander into a creepy, abandoned place and get picked off one by one?"
I sighed. "Yeah."
Anthony motioned around us. "Well, we're the idiots right now."
I rolled my eyes and continued to move. Soon after, the passageway led to a larger chamber, and as soon as we entered, motion-activated lights dimly came to life. The light filled what appeared to be a waiting room.
