The guard fell, unconscious, to the floor. Chris shook his right hand, fingers splayed, seemingly in pain. Nicholle wanted to remain on the floor and sleep away the nightmare that was her life, but she had too much responsibility to give up.
“C’mon,” Chris said. He held out a hand. She reluctantly took hold and braced herself to standing.
“At least we’ve got a weapon,” he said.
Nicholle nodded as she snapped on the safety and tucked it in the back of her pants.
“Let’s get going,” she said.
They walked swiftly down the tunnel. The other end of it had a ladder similar to the first one. Nicholle twisted the knob on the wall and switched off the lights.
“There’s no guard on this end. It opens into a supply closet, behind a shelving unit,” she said. Chris nodded and climbed up. Nicholle f
