“Sections of the floor have holes too!” shouted Vivienne from off to her left.
“There has to be some kind of pattern!” grunted Yumi, who was drawing herself up into a crouch. Her glasses were askew on her face, and she looked more determined than frazzled, which was more than Carrie could say for herself.
“I…I don’t think so.” Lucky said, gulping as she belly crawled to a safe section of the floor.
Or, a section that didn’t have any holes in it anyway. At least the first room had clearly delineated tiles. Carrie would love some clear indication of what areas were safe, though really…was anything in this damn place actually safe?
Carrie had her doubts. Her paranoid, rambling thoughts were now calculating the odds of whether or not there were vents in her quarters that would pump poiso
