The guard proves easier to subdue than you
expeceted.  You grab his shoulders and shove him
hard against the metal wall, giving his head a soild
though not dangerous tap.  Silently, he falls uncon-
scious.  You leave, careful to shut the cell door be-
hind you.
   THe elevator proves to be locked, so you do the
next best thing: You wanter around looking for
another way out.  THe trouble is that the place is a
maze of featureless gray metal corridors.  One
leads to another .  Another to another.  To nowhere.
Or to anywhere.
  "Where am I?" you mutter as you make a right
turn.  "Wasn't I just here?"
   Then alams sound.  Either they've found the
guard or you've tripped an alam.  With no idea of
where you're going, you run.  You're so intent on
finding a way out that a first you don't notice the
sickly yellow gas seeping out of the walls.  It's heavy
stuff, and though it spreads like a liquid over the
floor, you keep running.  Finally you reach a point
where the corridor forks.  You stand there, panting,
trying to decide which branch to take.  And as you
stand, the gas slowly rises, swirling around your
ankles, knees, thighs, and shoulders.
   Finally some of the awful stuff enters your
nostrils.  It has a sickening, sulfurous smell, like
rotten eggs.
   It is the last sensation you'll ever know.

The End

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