Breaching the Corridor

I pushed past the front door gap while it stood cracked open for the morning mail. The interior zone was no longer sufficient for serious operations. Outside lay an endless, dimly lit corridor of smooth commercial tile. A massive threat loomed immediately ahead: a giant black running shoe discarded near the neighboring threshold. I did not retreat. I vaulted directly onto the rubberized toe cap, planting my boots firmly on the curved ridge. With my blaster held at the ready, I surveyed the open cavern of the hallway. High-risk territory successfully claimed.