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@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder forum 109 comments schedule
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"Ah, I see. You've gotten smart like me," Walmart said, flipping his hair. His face soon pulled back down from the smirk. He looked around, now genuinely confused.

"Don't you think that it's a bit weird for an airport to just have bad water and air? Sure, it's one thing if it were a bad airport, but this is one of them high-quality ones."

He looked around once again and found himself staring through the window. "Also, isn't it weird that there are no people outside, no planes outside, and no buildings for miles?" It all seemed a bit too strange to Walt.

@RaysofSun

Cam had started to crawl over to her bright yellow duffel. It was a slow process, but she was getting there. “Didn’t you cough hear what Violet cough said? This must be the cough cough cough first challenge!” She broke into yet another coughing fit. She knew she was getting worse, but didn’t want to worry Violet.

She grabbed one of her bandanas and tied it around her nose and mouth. It wouldn’t help that much, but it was better than nothing.

Violet dis a zombie like walk out if the room, sort of sluggish but sort of quick, and went into a couple outer rooms to look for something that could help.

@RaysofSun

Using a nearby wall for support, Cam struggles upward into a standing position. She then, still sliding her hands along the wall for support, helps Violet with her search, looking in a different section of the airport.

@clovxrblossxm

(So sorry for the really late start reply. I got busy with school.)

Cory wanted nothing to do with escape rooms. He found them fun as a child as it was a great way to spend time with friends or to get to know strangers. He accept every invite until he went to one last year. That escape room had a bit more in store for him than he would have liked. Mostly because the stakes were raised to death instead of wasting money. So after that, he vowed to never go to another escape room again. Then he got a letter to go to another one or get elimination. Cory refused to believe it and ignored all letters. He even changed addresses to try and avoid them but eventually he was ready to accept elimination. So when men with no faces came into his apartment he expected to die. What he didn't expect was to be shoved forcefully into an escape room that was already in action. The dust in the air hit him with full force as he took in the scene. There were about three or four other people in this airport all coughing and hacking as he was. Probably worse as they were here longer. He quickly got to his feet and did a steady jog to the person nearest to him hoping beyond reason he can get some information about the room.

@clovxrblossxm

(bump~)

@RaysofSun

(So I know you said ‘person closest to him’ but who do you reckon that would be?)

@clovxrblossxm

(Literally anyone who replied next)

(Lol that's why i didnt respond)

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(Big bump!)

@clovxrblossxm

(I will reply once someone else does.)

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(Sorry! I'll respond.)

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Wally looked over at Cory and smiled underneath his bandana.

"Why, hello, fine sir. How may I help you today?" He did an overexaggerated bow toward cory. Walt always found it in his heart/mind to joke around, even if the circumstances were not optimal. He placed his hands on his hips, his good mood was still evident in his eyes. He practically bounced with happiness, his joy was disturbingly radiant.

@clovxrblossxm

Cory waves slightly as he continues to try and clear his lungs. "Oh you know. Just trying to cough up my lungs like you do." He says heaving slightly. It seemed like there was no way to get clean air to lungs or get anything contaminated out. Seeing the bandana on the man who spoke to him gave him an idea. Quickly he pulled up the collar of his dark sweater until it was over his nose. It wasn't much better but at least the amount of gas entering his lungs was reduced. "So… having a good day?" He sarcastically smiles even though he knew no one would see it.

@RaysofSun

Cam looks over at Cory, still hacking. She notices the crinkles around his eyes from his smile and responds with to his question with her own lip quirk and a croaky “could be better,” before dissolving into coughs again.

A wave of pain hits Cam’s head and she groans, cradling her temples with her hands. “Somebody needs to do something cough cough cough quickly!” she chokes. “I’m think I’m gonna cough cough pass out cough soon, guys…”

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Walter observed all of the hacking people around him. He sighed loudly. "You know, people. There's a door right over there," he said, pointing over to a door. "We could just, you know, get out of here." He crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head slightly. He tapped his foot in obvious impatience with the people around him. To him, it seemed like a pretty obvious solution, but apparently it wasn't.

@RaysofSun

She looks at him, confused. “There are doors cough everywhere. What’s your cough cough cough point exactly?” Cam turns again, still searching for an antidote.

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He looked at Cam, his eyes showing the slightest bit of impatience. "Exactly, doors everywhere," he spoke, "we're obviously supposed to pick one." He looked around at the multitude of doors around them, then looked back at the group. "The question is, which one?" He tapped his foot in impatience. He held a steady rhythm as everyone hacked and coughed out their lungs. He had to admit, he was impressed. By now, in every other group he was paired in, someone would've died.

@RaysofSun

And just as Walter thought this, Cam slumped against the wall, hacking and dizzy. Her vision was already darkening around the edges, and each cough was making it worse.

The not-feeling started in her toes, then her knees, then her thighs, waist, fingers, arms, chest and neck until finally… she passed out, her coughing ceasing and her breathing well and truly shallow.