Course of Action
The room held a small door that led into a corridor outside. The moment that Randolph opened the door, the small room was flooded with the smell of used tobacco smoke and weed. It was so intense it forced him to cough.
Frowning heavily, he waved away the smell in front of his face as he leaned his head outside the door.
The wallpaper of the corridor outside the room was rotting and peeling off from long exposure to the intense air. Dirty footprints were pasted all over the ground as if the place hadn't been cleaned in a decade.
Randolph turned his head left and right, both directions down the corridor. It was only after he made sure the coast was clear that he opened the door, walking outside. Josh shuffled after him, his movements tense and unsure of himself.
But Randolph's stride was strong and clear, as he had a notion of where to go.