"What- What the fuck?" Albie murmurs, gettinf up from the floor, his hair matted to his face with drool, eyes only half-opening. He looks over at his friend, scanning over the frame of his companion slowly until he reconizes the other teen. "... Where the fuck are we?" He asks, flinching and scooting closer as he hears a howl and pounding at the frail, decrepit walls around them.
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