The Floor Episode Season 3 Episode 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maya glanced toward the elevators. “Danny is still on the fourth floor?” “Yes.” She nodded. That was one thing she could still hold on to. Danny was safe. Julian led her toward the stairs. “Room 318 is on the third floor.” Maya followed. The number sat uneasily in her mind. 3-17. 3-18. By the time they reached the third floor, she had stopped trying to convince herself that it was coincidence. The corridor was empty. Julian slowed. “Stay close.”

On my first night after moving into Building 4 of Hawthorne Lane Apartments, the elevator stopped at the nonexistent thirteenth floor. My younger brother, who had been missing for three months, was kneeling outside the doors. An old apartment-number plaque hung around his neck. It read 1204. I was just about to call out to him when the red light above the elevator doors came on. A building manager in a blue uniform suddenly appeared behind me and pushed a report form into my hand. His lips lifted into a frozen smile. “No talking under the red light. If you want to live, write down a neighbor’s apartment number.” Only later did I learn the truth. The most terrifying thing about this building

When the two women arrived at the sacred mountain, they placed the take-out food in the kitchen and then proceeded upstairs to the 3rd floor in Demetria’s forbidden place. “Are you ready for the next step?” Demetria asked. Clarice was scanning the room. The 3rd floor has its own living room and several other rooms. “When I’m gone, you are going to inherit this floor as well,” Demetria said casually. “Okay,” Clarice replied. “What is inside those rooms?” she asked, pointing to the closed doors.

I want to be in and out. And in and out of the next floor we move, one room in and one room out. The side is clear. The floor is clear. We only have four more floors like this to go. Next floor. The first room in. Clear. The second room in. Clear. So is. Third. Fourth. Firth. The floor is cleared. Next floor. First room clear. Second room. Locked. Matthew steps back and kicks it in clear. Clear. Fourth floor. Clear.

Darius gave me a small nod and started climbing the stairs to the third floor. We walked in silence, both lost in our heads when we reached the third floor. I was dragged out of my head when I heard heavy footsteps fastly approaching. I looked down the hall and saw Jackson rushing towards us. I opened the door and went straight to my desk and flopped down in my chair. Darius sat on the couch scratching his chin. Jackson was the last one to come in. I waited for him to shut the door and shit down, I know he has questions.

He waved before disappearing down the hallway. Jane hesitated, then asked Kevin and Marcia with a smile, "Kevin, which floor are you on? If we can't reach you, Booth and I might need to stop by your room. And Patricia, let's share our room numbers since you didn't bring your phone. We don't want any delays in case something urgent comes up." Kevin smirked lazily. "Oh, I'm in 2203. Jane, Booth can stop by if needed, but you'd better not come alone. Men aren't as easy to resist as you might think."

The elevator continues its ascent towards the heavens, and I have to ignore how much I hate the noise of the metal gears clicking, the creepy and eerie silence in here, the way the floor shakes beneath my feet. After what feels like an eternity, the lift grinds to a halt and the doors open. I open my eyes, my French Blonde haze catching up to me. I'm here, level thirty. Level freaking thirty! Whoa, nelly. Shaking my head, I turn around and Gabe takes my hand and we walk out to the pristine teal carpeted floor. "Okay what room was it again?" "Level 30.30." I inhale sharply, trying to think straight. Get a grip Lacey, someone's life is at stake here and I'm worried about being over three hundr

The safe room was on the second floor, and I would need to go down two floors. Tyra knew what I needed to do, and she raced past me. I heard her battle cry as she threw herself into the fray, intent on clearing a path for me. When I heard the sounds of panicked screaming and the noises of retreating feet, I began the descent, going slow and listening for danger. I made it down one flight of stairs to the third floor when a loud pop startled me. To my horror, Cornelius stood on the landing directly below me, blocking my descent. He looked around, appearing slightly surprised to find himself there.

An automated program cycled through the bodies until it landed on one configuration that suited my requirements. "This one?" I leaned down. "Can you tell me what floor this is on?" "Just a second." He switched to a third computer. His fingers flew over the keyboards, his brows scrunched over his nose. "Schematics say third floor." "How many floors available?" He looked again, nose almost touching the screen. "Four." "Yeah, I'd say that's probably him." "Why so?"

Enchanted by Yasmin's beauty, Carlos said, "Nothing. Let me send you up. Which floor are you on? Carlos helped Yasmin into the elevator. Yasmin clutched her bag and struggled to remember which floor she lived on. She muttered drunkenly, "Which floor was it again?" She knocked on her head a few times but still couldn't recall the floor number. Carlos laughed and caught hold of Yasmin's hands. "Stop hitting yourself. I've been to your house before. If I remember correctly, you're on the 23rd floor." "Right, the 23rd floor." Yasmin nodded and fumbled for her resident card.