Story by Throwaway261
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There was going to be hell to pay for this. No doubt about it.
Zoe wandered the lobby of the abandoned hotel, the rubber soles of her boots squeaking slightly against the green marble floors. Her orange HAZMAT suit was getting warm from the weight, the lack of airflow, and her own exertions. The helmet wasn’t helping matters, its weight bearing down on her neck. Of course, she wasn’t wearing this for chuckles. The heat would just have to be something she’d have to deal with.
