Literature
2Plague - Chapter 55
You throw your arm out, arching a flame into the room. It catches the floor and illuminates the black walls of noise-cancelling foam. The floor is simple laminate, growing more uncomfortable to sit on with each passing moment; but when you look up there is nothing but a black void, where is the ceiling?
You create a spiral staircase to lead you up, it seems the logical thing to do seeing as there’s no door you can see. With each new step, you light the way up.
You continue for what seems like an age before you begin to see something directly above. As you get closer, you begin to see a reflection of yourself. Aggravated, you smas