Mech was still running when he reached the third storeroom. Then, when his lungs were about to burst, he collapsed to the dusty floor. The crates on the walls watched him impassively as Mech struggled for breath. Finally, though, he managed to sit up. Even though The Door was far behind him, he was still terrified it would somehow release the beast inside. Mech forced himself to calm down.
He took stock of his condition, and noticed he had somehow ripped off a chunk of his synth-skin. The metal circuits and plates beeped and glowed in the darkness of the store room. Mech ruffled through his sack o' crap (as he liked to call it), and grabbed his flashlight. He turned it on and set it so it was pointing at the ceiling. Then he grabbed a can of insta-fire (Just like the fire that survival expert you saw on TV made!), and lit it. He turned off the flashlight, not wanting to waste precious batteries.
As he sat by the warmth, Mech began to doze off. Strange figures and voices shouted at him. Releasing himself into the flood, Mech slipped toward sleep.
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The insta-fire was almost out when Mech was jerked awake. Shaking away the sleep, Mech grimanced. A bad taste was in his mouth, and he was still groggy. Shouldn't of let myself sleep in the middle of the day. he thought, and pushed himself up. He grasped his katanna's handle to reasure it was still there, and started to make his way through the maze of boxes.
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