7
The doorway led into a long, wide hallway. The floor was covered in speckled linoleum and the walls were a bland white. On either side of me were doors and transparent glass that looked into bureaucratic offices. I could still hear the angry voices, but there were fewer of them and they were quieter.
The hallway traveled for fifty feet before it intersected with another that ran perpendicular. To our left was a new hallway that ran down to a lobby. I noticed a pair metal doors, and beyond them was the wintry world.
I broke from the men and made a dash for the exit. I covered a whole four feet before my arm was grabbed. My captor spun me around and I glared into Orion’s strained face.
“You’re only making this worse,” he hissed.
“You’re the one who keeps stopping me!” I snapped
