Writing Prompt #2

He dragged his fingers across his face, flicking blood away so he could open his eyes. His ears perked up and weary muscles tensed as he heard the sound of pained cries from behind the door. Without hesitation he ran ahead and threw open the door, left stunned by what he saw. Three lavishly furnished cribs sit in the room, small canopies hovering above them as droplets of water seeps through the cave ceiling.

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