Sam had been perfectly content to stick to researching to figure out what was going on with the fog and the creatures, right up to the point where Zoe got kidnapped. Now, he was sitting on his bed and sharpening two of his knives from the weapons locker. If whoever took Zoe thought they'd be getting away with it, they were sorely mistaken.
[Door and post are open!]
- Room 320, Saturday Afternoon