Those two holes seemed to be the only breaks in the metal monotony. Not big enough for her whole foot to go in, but definitely big enough to trip her if she forgot it was there. Next to her hand on the floor was a smaller hole, maybe six inches across. The ceiling was also metal, with a hole in the centre that was roughly a metre and a half across. She couldn’t see the walls very well because the light didn’t reach that far, but light glinted off bolts and seams, which made her think they were metal too. The floor was metal, which explained why it had made that noise when she’d hit it. She managed to get onto her knees and looked around. The room she was in was dark, almost pitch black, the only light coming from reflections from the room above, refracting around the room from the space immediately below the hole she’d fallen through. She groaned and rolled onto her hands, trying to get her stunned back to co-operate enough to get on all fours, or sit up, maybe even stand. The pain wasn’t sharp enough for a break, but she wouldn’t be surprised if she’d dented something. Judging by how quickly the floor had risen up to meet her now aching shoulder, she’d fallen a little less than a storey.
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