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Making his way down the hall, his ears strained for any sound other than his own shallow rapid breaths. As the distant light grew closer, he heard soft spraying water. No. Not water, static. The light was from a TV displaying the static between stations. Down the hall/tunnel and to the left there had to be a TV turned on!
Not sure what to do, he kept moving forward. Slowly. Silently. He didn't have a plan, but he wanted to have surprise on his side. The tunnel curved gradually to his left, and he hugged the left wall as he moved forward. A sharp pebble momentarily brought his focus back to his physical condition. He realized that he had been holding his breath, so he quietly let it out and breathed more of the damp air in.
He was there now. The tunnel curved to the right. On the left, another steel door was ajar, and flickering light from an unseen black and white television spilled out into the tunnel. He made no noise, but listened for anything from that room. Nothing but the quiet static of the TV. The volume was low. He carefully poked his head into the doorway. The room was empty, save for the old portable TV and an old mattress in the corner. He recognized his boxer shorts on the mattress, so he quickly put them on.
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