[He backs up a little further his mind on boiling lava and grinding gears where catwalks of steel were the only salvation if he misjudged his leaps. Dave counts to three and bursts into motion. He times it almost perfectly clearing the gap with relative ease and hitting the other side. He nearly falls, one of his feet landing too close to the hole.
He recovers and moves on, hands going into his pockets while his heart pounds in his chest from his exertions. Up ahead he spots a staircase leading upwards. Bingo.]
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He recovers and moves on, hands going into his pockets while his heart pounds in his chest from his exertions. Up ahead he spots a staircase leading upwards. Bingo.]
Score one staircase.