R Y L E Y . K E N D A L L
Ryley sighed, once more confused by the maze of the warehouse-type place. The voices were nothing more than soft breezes to his ears, and he had thus decided he had gone in a complete opposite direction, or he was going crazy. At that moment, he was believing the latter. A door appeared in front of him and, out of mere curiosity and boredom, he tested the door. He found it unlocked, yet it led into the room he had started within. "This place makes no sense," he growled in frustration, slamming the door shut as he turned to go another way.
He dragged his feet against the floor, his head still throbbing but, whether it was from an injury or a hangover he had no idea. He ran a hand through his scruffy hair, turning down hall after hall until he heard the voices once again. "I'm going mad," he muttered to himself, yet his brain happened to instinctively carry him towards the noises. Afterall, it didn't hurt to check. As he made his way down one hall, he came across a figure slouched against the wall, and several other voices that sounded around the corner. Maybe I'm not crazy, then, he thought quietly, his pace slightly quickening. Unless they're ghosts, argued his brain. Well, ghosts should know the way out, Ryley informed his brain, before deciding he was at least partially mad, arguing with himself.
Ryley sighed, once more confused by the maze of the warehouse-type place. The voices were nothing more than soft breezes to his ears, and he had thus decided he had gone in a complete opposite direction, or he was going crazy. At that moment, he was believing the latter. A door appeared in front of him and, out of mere curiosity and boredom, he tested the door. He found it unlocked, yet it led into the room he had started within. "This place makes no sense," he growled in frustration, slamming the door shut as he turned to go another way.
He dragged his feet against the floor, his head still throbbing but, whether it was from an injury or a hangover he had no idea. He ran a hand through his scruffy hair, turning down hall after hall until he heard the voices once again. "I'm going mad," he muttered to himself, yet his brain happened to instinctively carry him towards the noises. Afterall, it didn't hurt to check. As he made his way down one hall, he came across a figure slouched against the wall, and several other voices that sounded around the corner. Maybe I'm not crazy, then, he thought quietly, his pace slightly quickening. Unless they're ghosts, argued his brain. Well, ghosts should know the way out, Ryley informed his brain, before deciding he was at least partially mad, arguing with himself.













