Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20180501214556/@comment-33672197-20180507215123

(Was workin' on it, but my computer shat itself and now I'm out of time. 'Ere. I'll leave you with this wall:)

Zach began to feel some kind of pressure around his head. He was becoming lightheaded. It suddenly dawned upon him what the person on the tape was talking about when they referred to the masks that had to be used. He didn't think it take this long to start to feel the effects of the building's poor ventilation, but it was really hitting him now.

He quickly withdrew a flask from his back pocket, one he had slipped in there before he got out of his car, and took a swig from it. He winced as the potent liquid burned his throat, but the sensation was soon replace by a warm buzzing and he shakily smiled. He didn't want to turn back however, he still hadn't found out who was the one to scream. He had his guesses, but he desperately wished none of them were the truth. He took a deep breath of the now stale air and pressed onwards, quickly poking his head out of the room and skimming down the hall. He didn't see anything, and disappeared back into the room.

Zachary climbed back up the numerous flights of stairs, much faster than he had when going down them, and finally reached the top floor. By the time he entered the office from the left door, he was huffing and puffing, just gasping for air.