It was dark, the only bit of light coming from the flashlight strapped to his pack, a lonely beam of blue-white light extending into the darkness. "This was such a mistake..." Steven whispered as he clambered over some upturned office equipment, he was in the bowels of one of the taller buildings on the island with the notion that maybe some supplies could be found beneath. Everything had been going fine, the air was clear for the most part readily visible with a bit of light, until that damnable door. He had managed to sneak quietly into the basement of the building, working his way towards the maintenance area, when he came across a door he though blocked. After a few minutes if work he managed to push the door open but as he stepped in his world turned upside down and then things went dark.<br/><br/>He had woken up to spinning gently in a circle, things were incredibly quiet and his head was ringing. After a quick check he found that he was mostly in one piece, thankful that his mask was intact as he noted everything was where it should be and no bleeding. Continuing to clear his head he would reach for his belt, the short knife was still clipped in its sheath and he looked up at his ankle. A cable was firmly wrapped around it and he could see the copier that it was connected to hanging nearby almost having fallen of a ledge.<br/><br/>With a curse and a squeak that was not to becoming of a man he thanked his luck for holding, had that counter weight fallen over the edge then he likely would have been pulled up and been severely injured as his body was pulled through areas he likely wouldn't fit.<br/><br/>Pulling the knife from its sheath he set to work on cutting the cable, "It's just like doing crunches but hanging upside down Steve..." He whispered to himself. He heard a scraping noise and noticed the copier starting to move, he panicked and cut harder, the thing was about to go over the edge. Just before it tipped he was free with a thud to the floor that knocked the wind from his lunges and left him dazed as he listens to the resounding crash of the copier a floor below.<br/><br/>It was a this point that he heard a lot of noise from above, more than he could ever hope to deal with and this is where he is now.<br/><br/>Hurtling over a few more pieces of equipment Steven ran, trying to find a secondary exit from this dark pit before it became his grave. He found just what he needed, a small elevator likely used for ferrying supplies to and from the maintenance area. Pushing open the doors he saw that the car was here at the bottom, a good sign that meant nothing would come crashing down on top of him... Hopefully. Finding the access hatch he pried it open, the sounds of shambling feet drawing closer, he tossed his messenger bag up through the hatch and then his main pack before hauling himself up. Just in time, as a pair of hands grabbed where he was moments ago. He shivered and closed the hatch, safe for the moment as he contemplated how to begin his ascent from hell.