Mills was wandering the halls today because frankly, sometimes that's all you can do in a place like this. Her latest encounter had been a real creeper and today she wanted to be above ground. Her boots made that soft rubbery sound as she crept down a passage that was lined with closed doors. All doors closed. It was vaguely ominous. From either end the dingy glow of daylight filtered in through smoky windows. The light only managed to illuminate one or two doors; the rest of the hall was dark and gloomy.She came to one such corner and peeked around carefully. She wasn't scared, no, but the last time she had stepped blindly around a corner, she had plowed right into the face of another resident. She had a half-dollar sized bruise on the side of her chin to remind her every time she brushed her hand across her face.
Seeing that the coast was clear, she leaned into the window panes and peeked out through the glass. It was gummy with mildew but she wiped the condensation away with her hand, quickly rubbing her palm dry on the sleeve of her warm green sweater. Glancing back and forth made painfully clear that the grounds outside went on for a quite distance in all directions, just how far she couldn't be sure. It seemed so much smaller from the outside, but once stuck behind its barbed wire fences, it seemed to swallow up the whole world.
She sighed with a pensive little frown and leaned away, turning to lean against the window sill. How the hell am I going to sneak out of this place... I'd have to get to know the outside better than the inside...
