User blog:Stormlilly/XVI. The elevator roars to life, the only visible light for some distance around you...

Though the garage isn't as dark as it could be - the pale light from the stair above keeping it just visible enough for you to make out shadows at the edge of the room. Shadows that could be people, or cars, or pillars - and yet remain shadows as you investigate them. The garage is well and truly empty - once again, causing you to wonder why.

Still, you're more likely to get somewhere where there are people with an elevator. You're willing to take the risk this goes straight to some swanky penthouse suite, even if it means awkward explanations. For one - you need to find your friends. For another - you need to get out of here. Your skin is soaked, your vision is blurry - and your shoulder aches like hell.

The quiet chiming of the elevator alerts you to it's presence. Feeling a sense of relief - and also a strange feeling of presque vous, of a familiar experience - you step inside. The inside of the elevator is bland, but not as decrepit as the outside. It's clearly safe, which is more then can be said for it's appearance... There's only one button besides the 'L'obby, which you assume means the garage - a peculiar button choice if you ever saw one.

Pressing the 'G' key, you wait for the elevator to stop...