Cautiuosly open the door to the hall and peer out
From Create Your Own Story
You slowly open the door, still allowing your body to recuperate. As you regain your faculties, you begin to feel a steady throb from the bruises that seem to be all over your body. Although you realize that you will eventually need some sort of treatment, instinct tells you that you are in danger; you must press on. Your head is still foggy, and you have difficulty processing thoughts, but with every passing moment you grow more lucid. Your name is John Fletcher.
The door to the hall gradually opens. There is nothing directly in front of you, but a queer moaning sound is now audible. You leave the room and feel your body adopt a defensive stance; it is almost as if you know how to fight. You snap your head to the left, identifying everything around you. A cool breeze tinged with the smell of smoke and decay slips through three open windows above you. The hall continues on both sides; left of you there seems a stairwell, while to the right you can see a single man walking with a strange gait. His back is currently turned, but he stops and seems to sense your presence. Although you cannot see his face, you know something is wrong. The back of his shirt seems stained black, and his pants are torn in several places. The other doors along the hall are closed, but you can hear some of the occupants moving about inside.
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