Pripyat, Day 8 :: Elizabeth - The sarcophagus

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Where am..I..

[Waking up in a strange, dark room, Elizabeth thought for a moment that the Author had gotten bored, and moved everyone  to another location. Getting up, she suddenly notices that it was far colder than it was the previous night. Moving towards the dim source of light at the other end of the room, on the other side of the door she  only finds a series of long, narrow corridors. The light was coming from one flickering bulb mounted on the wall. As she tries to come to grips of where she might be, the light flickers out, her breath hitching in her throat and a chill running across her skin.

Reaching out, she grasps the metal handrail, and starts to move slowly through the unfamiliar building, in an effort to get back outside.]