The corridor was dimly lit with candles, a step away from every modern discovery, from bulbs, to lamps and torches, It was just a line of candles strapped to the wall.
Makun walked looking from left to right, trying to make as little noise as possible, prepared to snap someone's neck at any sign of a presence in the corridor.
By now, after the frequency shift, he had deduced that the interior of what on the outside seemed to be a chalet was very large, the corridor was tiny, but long and on each side from time to time he could see doors, that looked different from anything he had seen beforehand, Instead of being squared, they were circular, metallic and had a line in the middle, to split open at any given moment.
He had no idea what was in those doors, but it felt unsettling, he was not used to this.
He wanted to check them out, however, the particles he had been following ever since he entered Sam Houston National Forest prompted him to move forward.
Tap! Tap!
