Publishedat 30th of May 2019 11:25:04 AMChapter 174: 174
@@ >Location: C1 room
[silence]
[sigh]
C1: Alright . I think they went back inside . . . .
[fumbling as he picks up the recorder]
C1: Glad to know C4 still understands their job . . .
[footsteps]
C1: A1 told me not to trust them but they weren"t that infected . We already are down a man . We can"t keep loosing more . . . .
[Door opens]
[silence]
C1: what . . what the f.u.c.k . . . ?
C1: [muttering] 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . .
[silence]
[door shuts]
C1: I need to sleep-no i need a drink .
[recorder gets thrown]
C1: [distantly] 5 . . . 5 . . . 5 . . . no no no . . . there"s . . . they must be confused . . .
no no no . . . .
[Fiddles with safe]
[click click click]
[ker-chunk]
C1: where is it . . . I know i hid it somewhere . . . where . . . ?
[clink]
C1: there . . . !
[bottle opens before being poured into a gla.s.s]
[silence aside for the occasional gulping and muttering and pouring into a gla.s.s . ]
>recording max reached
>60:00 @@