The counter

You moved over to the counter at the back of the room. It's covered with cheap grey vinyl, common in schools. Dropping down to your knees you open a cabinet.

"No!" You cry discovering it was empty. You search the other two cabinets only to find them empty as well. Moving over to the sink you try to turn it on but it doesn't work. You hadn't realized till now how thirsty you were, the realization added to the disappointment and you yelled in anger. You slam your fist against the couter and fall to your knees, crying agian. After a moment you look up at the piping of the sink. A handle was sticking out below the sink. You twist it and hear the sound of running water.

Leaping to your feet you drink from the faucet.