He focused next on his surroundings. Since he still possessed his senses, he tried to figure out where they were and where they might be going. So far, all he had to go on was concrete and the faint aroma of excrement. Heading into the sewers, then. Yet the walls and floor of this corridor were surprisingly dry.
The seven carried him down the long hallway and thrust open a thick iron door. They entered another square room, but with only three sides; the fourth opened to the T-intersection of a broad corridor, three times again as wide as the narrow tunnel they’d emerged from. The room had once been painted the industrial green common to utilities, but now showed chips and bald areas where the paint had flaked off.
I am an author focused on positivity, motivation, and emotional healing. As a nurse, I have seen how mindset, hope, and encouragement influence both mental and physical well-being. My healthcare experience inspires my writing, which is centered on uplifting readers, building self-belief, and promoting inner strength. Through my books, I aim to offer comfort, motivation, and reassurance that healing, growth, and positivity are always possible, even in life’s most challenging moments.View all by JESS TAYLOR
