Tom looked around for a good hiding spot, all the while hearing several footsteps on the stairs getting closer and closer. They were obviously making no attempt to conceal their existence.
As large as the building was, it was completely empty aside from the vastness of concrete. Tom attempted to cower behind a wall as they appeared but was soon found and hit in the back of the head, making everything in his view spin.
"Got something!" Came a muffled distorted sounding voice.
"Mhm?" Asked another.
"He looks alive... Just some stupid kid"
"Anything else come through the portal?"
"Just a biscuit" Someone else said. The biscuit was dropped in front of Tom's head on the flood and crushed under a heavy boot.
"He's got some more biscuits here... And a torch and a can of drink... Do we keep him?" The first man said. Tom was still woozy and couldnt move.
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