“Thank goodness...” Miz breathed out as he held up a fresh linen shirt that was stuffed into one of the drawers of the research center. It was dark inside, but at least there was some protection that came with knowing there were walls around them. Most of what he saw was just outlines, but he’d managed to navigate his way through some cabinets and drawers. He was more interested in food than a fresh shirt, but he was growing tired of the smell of his own sweat and blood-soaked clothes. It would probably be an actual pain to change clothes, but maybe he could find something to help with the bruising and cutting from his various falls. “Have you found any food? Medicine maybe?” He was already starting to undo the buttons on his shirt, but his fingers were so swollen from the heat and inflammation that it was proving to be difficult.Â
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