Prisoner 6663 was terribly curious as to why the room was so big, but she wasn't foolish enough to find out just yet. It was rather dark in that space, and without a light source to help her out, she might as well drop dead right there and then. Stepping back out, Prisoner 6663 closed the door behind her and walked around the shower room some more, looking for another way out. She passed the corpse on the floor again, fully ignoring it this time around. Part of her wondered whether she should consider herself to be a fortunate one or on the other hand, worry about not having come across anyone else just yet.

Going beastmode did work. That guy was a little bitch, as he thought. Prisoner 8951, raised an eyebrow hearing how long it took for the man to crash at the bottom of where he knocked the man over. Looking down at the crossbow, he walked over, picking it up and checked out the weapon for a moment and noticed while he walked, he was bleeding from the right thigh. he still had that super hard liquor he could probably use to clean his wounds but he was not going to worry about that right now.

The silence made him feel he needed to move on and that's what he did. Seeing the stairs and the continuous corridor, 8951 felt at this moment, if he was to go up another flight of stairs, he'd probably get shot between the eyes and had a stick of dynamite shoved up his nose or a machete or something lodged into his skull. Not right now...he'll continue forward. He had enough stair surprises for the moment as he slowly walked on with his new crossbow down the corridor.