Bab 54: CHAPTER 53

My foe my friend

The morning swerved into the hallway with a misty air that suspended around the light of the sun, which tubes in different numbers from the brick wall. Even though humid, the air smells fresh, pure and peaceful; its frigidity would have been welcomed if it was not clothing Matt's skin with goose bump.

As empty as the hallway appeared, Matt was careful not to rest in its comfort as he hurried down. He was curious about his environment, looking over his shoulders and careful enough to slow his pace when he sees anyone or hears approaching foot-falls. His heart was racing, his stomach almost full from the nervous saliva he had been gulping. Even though the air was frigid, Matt could feel the sweat forming under his palms and booted feet.