The Rat in the Maze (Poofless-esque)

Downtown

"I swear to fucking god, Preston, I will leave your stupid ass up here with these psychos if you don't listen to me. They are everywhere. This is the only way to get around this fucking corpse party, so either jump on board or go fuck yourself." He looks down at the floor for a second, thinking, and he turns to look behind himself outside. If there was an escape route out there, he surely would have used it already. "We're wasting time."

He scowls and looks around, his eyes settling on the old, scratched-up wooden table in the middle of the room. You head along the vents toward him and move the tile above him out of the way, reaching down to close the gap between his hands and the little white beams holding this new world together. He obviously doesn't want to touch your hands and he pulls away as soon as humanly possible. The darker side of your mind wonders why you even bothered to stay in this godforsaken place to help him in the first place.

You slowly work your way across the width of the building, back to where you had climbed the stairs earlier. Every once in a while, you can hear him breathing heavily out of his nose behind you, not wanting to admit to himself or you that he is frustrated by his physical limitations. Or, it could just be that he hates you that much now. You wouldn't put it past him.

You are trying to calculate how far to the right you need to go to reach the stairwell when you hear an ominous sliding noise. The insulation under your feet is giving out. If you slip, there is no way to stop your downward momentum and, at the very least, you will kick out a couple of ceiling tiles.

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