following the corridor
Jake moved swiftly down the corridor, his eyes darting to every door and shadowed corner in search of Buddy or the dog. He scanned the space with precision, desperate for any hint or trace that could guide him. Every few steps, he paused to listen, straining to catch the faintest bark or whimper. His heart pounded relentlessly, the tension tightening with each passing moment. Time was slipping away, and he knew he couldn’t afford a single misstep.
Following The Corridor
slipping through rooms
Jake’s mind raced as he moved through room after room, each one packed with strange equipment and unrecognizable machines. The further he went, the more surreal his surroundings became—like stepping into the set of a sci-fi movie. Despite the bewildering environment, he pressed on, determined. He tore through drawers and rummaged through cabinets, his frustration growing with every passing moment. Giving up wasn’t an option. He couldn’t fail Buddy. No matter how unsettling the setting, he had to keep going.
Slipping Through Rooms
