He got to his feet and looked around, biting his claws. It was some kind of storage room, he guessed. Small, fragile lights gave a weak yellow tint to the rows and rows of boxes set up along shelves. Rolls of some black substance had been spilled onto the floor, to say nothing of the strangely suspended pieces of metal, jugs of water, and pieces of rotting food.
The fox covered his nose - the smell was awful. And he had a suspicion that it had a lot to do with the light that poured in through a metal door on the opposite end of the long room.
A giant hole had been punched through it.
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