"This place used to be an industrial-research facility, built around a government experimental energy facility. At least, this is what is officially written on the files given to us by those of the Congress. I've heard rumors, though."
Patrick lifted his torch and aimed it straight ahead, illuminating the room before us.
The beam revealed a wide concrete chamber. The walls were bare, marked by damp patches and lined with long, rusted metal pipes. The floor was cracked and stained, but otherwise empty.
He walked a few steps in and stopped near the center, then turned to face us.
"...You can have some rest in this room. Although it isn't anything fancy and doesn't have any decorations, it's still better than camping outside."
"I guess so."
Although the standard wasn't very high.
I moved toward the window, or what remained of it, and touched the cold concrete before leaning my head out as a chilly breeze brushed past me.
