Nightshift 62: F01-F10 Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

Taura paused, before heading out, to take a good, long look at herself. Metaphorically speaking; she didn't turn the flashlight on for this. She felt...good. Better. The zombie infection hadn't even left a scar. There were a few tiny ones on her lips, where Rita had had to fight her off, when she'd been possessed. Other than that, the only thing that hurt were her ears, which were starting to be less difficult to get the earrings through, but not yet easy. She was a little hungry, but dinner was never big enough, and what she wanted was a nice, well-cooked steak, or a vat of chocolate mousse. Not anything else. A little anticipation fluttered in her stomach, but if she hadn't had that, then she'd worry.

It was just...it wasn't like her luck to avoid something like this. She ran one hand over the other, feeling the chipped polish and the soft, squishy nails underneath. She'd gotten one truly lucky break in her life; another was more than she deserved.

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[hasnomeaning]

...If one was to take the one in charge at his word, the uneasy feeling of illness Rei had begun to feel took on a more sinister impression. If it was indeed true. If one could be made into a monster, but. Ah. There couldn't be doubt on man's methods in that, if it was a fact that one could make a man out of a monster in truth. Or woman. It remained. She would have to see further, before thinking anything else.

The pilot took up her flashlight, and left the room.

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