[Funkduder]

Whispers tormented the back of his head, but Michael ignored them. 8 pills he thought as he approached the angled doorway. It was cold, but no longer gave him goosebumps as he passed through. He could he the turning of gears as well, but the further he got in, the darker the place became. He tried to feel his way along the wall, but soon found that to be a mistake as he cut himself. Despite the pain, he remained silent, annoyed at the need for another first aid treatment when he returned to the group. Instead of trying a second time, he reached for the laser, letting it turn on and illuminate what he confirmed to be a hallway. The ceiling was low, but not so low that he needed to crouch; Lev was more likely to have trouble. On every door, there was a window in which he could peer into. There were about 5 or so. Some had boxes food, and others equipment, and in the farthest room, there was a man, silently working at a bench. There was no need to kill him, so he left him and entered the closest room from where he entered.
He looked around as-
*!*
The door slammed behind him and locked. Perhaps he should have killed the man, but looking out, the man was still there. Who did that?...