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Sun Drops
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A moment passes. The wailing, ringing noise in my right ear subsides. Looking back, I see everyone covering their ears and curled up, like it's an earthquake drill at an elementary school. Soon, the pungent stench of blood enters my nose. TK'ing the grate out, I enter the elevator shaft to find it completely covered in blood, gore, and viscera. My shoes make a sickly squishing sound as I walk across the mess.
Lt. Taylor exits the corridor and surveys the damage.
Lt. Taylor: "Damn, that thing did a number on the elevator and the shaft. The metal is warped and jammed in place. I don't think we're going anywhere in it."
"So what do we do now?"
Lt. Cmdr. Jacobe emerges from the shaft, making sure not to touch the gory floor.
Lt. Cmdr. Jacobe: "Looks like we're climbing down." He gestures to a ladder inset into a niche.
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