Nathanial looked at the creature, but soon wished he hadn’t as he quickly looked away after giving a nod to show that he understood. To escape means death, but that would only be if they caught me right he thought to himself. Anyway they have to be kidding about sleeping, I could barely sleep at the orphanage. How in the world can I sleep in a place like this? He would concern himself with sleep after he found a room. He moved to the door that had opened and exited the room to find himself in a labyrinthine like corridor. It was dark, dank and like the room it stunk of blood, rotting flesh and machine oil. Moving forward he paid little attention to the bodies and various debris that littered the floor. He looked left then right trying to decide which way would be the best to go in search of refuge.