Seeing no other way out, Charlie stumbled to the door and felt the cold steel on the palms of his hands. He knew what he was about to do probably wouldn't work but all he had once faith it might. He didn't realise that was all he needed.
The door didn't feel as heavy as it should have. Maybe the gas was finally getting to him but he was sure the heavy metal against his fingers moved. It gave him enough hope to push harder. Gently the door eased open and a piercing alarm rang out so loud it disorientated him momentarily, enough for him to fall to his knees. He was the first to suck in fresh air.
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