The doors in front of us opened. I didn’t know what I thought I would expect. In front of us was a white hallway. It was clean, and the tiles on the floor seemed to light up as much as the ceiling tiles. It was abnormally bright. Isaac stood next to me, transfixed in the hallway before us as if there was a loss for words. I observed his face.
“Is this what you ran away from?” I asked, a little surprised.
“There was plant life spreading across the walls. There were broken panels everywhere. My colleagues were gone.” He said, second-guessing himself.
I began to step into the hallway, and he threw out his hand. He was listening for something and looked intently down the way.
“We have to get moving right? Whether you lied and it’s truly a quick fix or you told the truth and we now deali
