IC: Dore lay at the bottom of the stairs as Rook simply stepped over him, disappearing with a turn at the very top of the steps. then the lights flickered on. "Oh." Dore said, slightly pleased. "They got 'em working."
he stood up, and was almost deafened by a horrifying scream that only someone in great pain could emit. Byron. then something that sounded disturbingly similar to blood being splattered followed. he tore the headset off and flung it on the ground.
hands shaking, he reached down and grasped the hammer, a little tighter than necessary. he wasn't having whatever happened to Byron happen to him.
Dore runs to H
Dore searches the area for weapons
(only carrying the hammer in case i bump into anything on the way/before i find a weapon. at least then i'll have a small chance of survival).
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