Sorry. Been on a lazy streak and kinda busy these few weeks. Don't know when i'll continue but i'll do it when i do it. Will let you guys know. Sorry.



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The doors parted and we exited the lift slowly. It was very quiet. There was an eerie vibe to the whole place. My imagination started running wild. I saw shadows - human-like shadows at every corner. Why was I the one leading all these people? If anything I didn’t see myself as the leader kind. But for some strange reason, people tend to look up to me for advice. We crept across the room. There was an “Emergency Exit” sign illuminated at the other end. “Over there,” I whispered the others.

I was about to open the door when Mary suddenly stopped me. She pointed to a sign pasted on the door – Warning: Emergency Exit only. Opening the door will trigger a fire alarm. Fine for Misuse: $1000. Just great. Didn’t they think that there would be people who needed to escape silently? Which geniuses thought of this idea? “Maybe we could try to disarm the fire alarm. Anyone knows how these things work?” No one said anything. “Well, we could just open the door and then wait and see what happens. If those screechers do come then we’ll figure out another way to escape,” I suggested. “No! It’s too risky,” Mary said harshly, “don’t be stupid. Let’s just try to find a way to disarm the alarm.” I shrugged my shoulders but she stared at me expectantly. I got the hint, so I agreed to try.

I took a nearby chair and climbed up to the alarm box. I pulled off the cover and examined the wires. It looked like spaghetti to me. I never touched electronics my whole life. I turned and looked at the others, they just stared at me with hopeful eyes. I looked back at the box and observed the colors of the wires. This feels just like the movies. Maybe it’s the black one. I was sweating profusely, the situation was too stressful. One wrong decision and it would have serious repercussions. I had to think this through slowly.

After some serious deliberation and some wire tracing, I came to a not-so-logical conclusion that maybe the black wire was the one to disable the alarm. How hard could it be? There was probably only one wire out of the bunch that would trigger the alarm. The odds were pretty high.

"Here goes nothing," I said to myself. I put on the rubber gloves which one of the guys found in the janitor’s closet and picked up the pair of scissors. This is it. And with one swift action, I cut the black wire.