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The dust is thicker, and the stairs Alison walks down crumble, raining bits of concrete debris, but never seeming to lose mass. At the edge of her consciousness, she can hear screaming, and gun fire.
She feels wetness on her cheek; fingers come away crimson.
Not all of the debris suspended in the air is dust, or concrete.
Drops of blood float, some moving lazily outward to crash against sooty walls.
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As Alison progressed down the stairs the sounds and smell of battle in the air struck a cord with her warrior spirit. She wanted to find out what was going on and what happened in this place to cause such a reflection in the Hisil. She continued downward and picked up her coin as she passed it. She hoped to reach the first floor landing and start there.
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The first floor landing is dark; dark in the absence of light, dark with soot and blood stains. Blood is everywhere: the walls, the floor, suspended in the air. Just beyond hearing are faint, desperate sibilant hisses -- echoes of frantic whispers.
As she looks the way she came, she notices that part of the stairs and landing are free of soot and blood... in the shape of a man. The concrete around the shape is fractured and cracked, and patches of it are missing, showing the inky blackness below.
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Damn it I should have brought a light and this would have been far easier, she thought to herself.
Alison cautiously approached the first floor doorway and if there is a door she will try to open it and enter.
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Alison jerks her hand back with a startle of pain. Shards of metal grow from the doors surface here and there, like thorns on a vine. Some of the shards seem to pierce the door, and dark liquid seeps from the holes.
Inside, a dim light shows an empty room. Further, another door.
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Alison cursed softly as she felt the sharp pain from the door knob. She looked down the first floor hallway and and saw that the it progressed further into darkness.
She frowned severely in irritation. God damn it I'll have to go back to my bike.
After deciding to leave Alison turned around and planned to make her way out of the building and back to the park bench and the Loci.
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