I don't know. You'd think we'd be used to things not making sense by now. Heh.
[It's a terrible attempt at humor, and it falls flat. But Chris can't really let the bleakness of the situation get to either of them right now. Even as there's the sound of footsteps scurrying down the other hallway, he leads the way out of the security office.]
[It's almost too dark to see. There are no windows to smash open. No fire escapes. The place is a death-trap. For one moment, he half-expects to see a zombie come shambling out of the gloom towards them. But there's nothing. Just the distant creaking of metal joints.]
Golden Freddy. First Night. That is all. Yeesh...
[It's a terrible attempt at humor, and it falls flat. But Chris can't really let the bleakness of the situation get to either of them right now. Even as there's the sound of footsteps scurrying down the other hallway, he leads the way out of the security office.]
[It's almost too dark to see. There are no windows to smash open. No fire escapes. The place is a death-trap. For one moment, he half-expects to see a zombie come shambling out of the gloom towards them. But there's nothing. Just the distant creaking of metal joints.]
...Sorry you got dragged into this, Leon.