Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Chapter Six of Room 729-B:A Note Found, A Life Lost

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I flip the note over. I never noticed this page before. There's a recorder stuck on the foam core.

You need to help me. My name is John Arveys. Whoever's hearing this, I need you to find me. I most likely will be located in the South Wing in a cafeteria that has never been touched since 7039. I've been waiting for whoever found this note. Look. I need you to- "670-S, we have found our subject, take him to Room 729-B," Shoot. Please help me!

*end of tape*

I shut off the recorder. I run to the South Wing, to the cafeteria, looking for one friend. But he's not there. One friend, lost. I look at the recorder. I play it again and hear this:

Hee hee! Just a setup. We know you've escaped. 

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