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The generator spurted out of life. Glints of eyes stared back at him in fear. Darkness consumed them. He felt frantically for a lighter, match, phone, anything that would provide vision again. Nothing.
He stared at the box, glaring, willing it to move itself. Admitting that it would do no such thing, he took a deep breath and knelt down to attempt to lift it one more time. With all the energy he could muster he pulled up with his arms and legs, and yet still the box would not budge.
A blast of cold air engulfed her, nearly knocking her off her feet. She stared in horror through the open door at the cooler within, fearing what she'd find, knowing she had to move forward. She walked cautiously through, glancing to the left and the right, and found...nothing. The cooler was empty. Shelves were cleared of all boxes, hanging racks were holding rope but nothing more.
A bang behind her caused her to jump and spin. A shadowy figure glared at her from the window of the now closed door before dashing out of sight.
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