Jack creeps toward the end of the hallway, and he can hear voices from one of the adjoining rooms; to his right, though it's a little hard to tell. Again they're too soft to hear what they're saying, but there's something familiar about the sound of them.
He's close to the end of the hallway and peering around the corner for a moment, he can see he's at a cross-junction. The kitchen is in front of him and to his right, with what looks like exterior doors at either end of the hallway runing perpendicular to the one he's in. Through an open door, he can see that the room kitty-corner to where he's standing--to his front left--is probably a living room, with a few, dim lights on inside, though he can't hear any movement from within.
It's a dangerous spot to stand--too exposed--so he crosses to the left hand side of the hallway and opens the door there, quickly scanning the room with his gun levelled. It's a dining room, dark and deserted. He steps inside, listening for a second to make sure no one's approaching, before motioning to Chris.
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Date: 2005-05-15 06:04 pm (UTC)He's close to the end of the hallway and peering around the corner for a moment, he can see he's at a cross-junction. The kitchen is in front of him and to his right, with what looks like exterior doors at either end of the hallway runing perpendicular to the one he's in. Through an open door, he can see that the room kitty-corner to where he's standing--to his front left--is probably a living room, with a few, dim lights on inside, though he can't hear any movement from within.
It's a dangerous spot to stand--too exposed--so he crosses to the left hand side of the hallway and opens the door there, quickly scanning the room with his gun levelled. It's a dining room, dark and deserted. He steps inside, listening for a second to make sure no one's approaching, before motioning to Chris.