You have one chance to get this right. Mess up and there’s little chance of you ever getting hold of a weapon again. Worse, the punishment they will have for you if you’re caught would likely be horrid. You give a silent prayer to anyone or anything out there listening and grip the mirror shard tightly in your hand.
As the greasy man makes to grab hold of you, you whip around and plant the thin glass point into his neck. The man opens his mouth to scream and your muscles tense up to make a **** dash down the hallway before his yells can alert the others, but all that comes from his mouth is a wet gurgling. You’ve apparently gotten lucky, as the mans vocal cords are either cut or there’s too much blood flooding his lungs to allow him to make any noise. Seizing the opportunity, you quickly close the door to keep anyone from seeing the dead mans body.
A quick search of the dead body nets you a ring of keys marked “Floor 3” and long knife. You pocket the items, cursing that the man doesn’t have a shirt to replace the one he had ripped off of you. With the knife in one hand, you slowly open the door a crack and peer outside. The hallway is mostly deserted, but you spy a couple of men down the hallway, lounging on a couple of dirty chairs and drinking what appears to be ****. Their speech sounds slurred and you think that; in their current state, you might be able to sneak past them or fool them somehow.
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