The main hallways. Good. And the coast seemed to be clear, so far. Link briefly wondered if the new clue would help the situation, or only make it more grim. He would know soon enough.
First again, and greeted by an empty hallway at that. Harvey didn't know what to make of it. Either some patients had decided to hide in their rooms, or they were being mauled by their roommates who had turned, or he was getting faster at this even if he had the disadvantage of missing half his face.
He'd kept on the bandages just this once, since they might have to deal with jumping into cold water again, and that really hadn't felt that great on his burns the last time. Not that a few layer of bandages was going to do much, but it was something. His hope was that they wouldn't be required to repeat that whole thing, but he couldn't assume anything.
He'd remembered to bring his journal and a pen with him as well and had decided to sacrifice bringing his metal pipe along because of it. Hopefully he wouldn't end up regretting that choice. With his flashlight in his other hand, he moved it around the area, looking out for either Scott or Sangamon.
Harvey was waiting, Scott wasn't. Bandages on, for once. S.T. didn't comment on it. Didn't let his eyes flick up once they were close enough that night vision actually worked. It smelled better this way, and he didn't have to talk to a face that was half road pizza.
"Talked to D.C.'s roommate. He's gone for good." It was just them left. Assuming Scott showed.
Well, Harvey was just so relieved that that little mystery had been solved. Except not. He hadn't cared about Depth Charge from the beginning. The guy had definitely been the weak link in the group, at least in terms of attitude, so he didn't see it as a huge loss.
Still, Sangamon had seemed close enough to the blue-haired weirdo, so Harvey decided to keep those thoughts to himself. In the end, he realized it was good to know for sure. He nodded. "That settles that, then."
Which meant their group truly had been cut in half in terms of numbers. Harvey sighed and shifted his weight from one leg to the other, glancing down the hall in the direction that Scott usually came from. "I took your advice," he said, moving his arm slightly to show Sangamon the journal he had tucked against his side.
Harvey looked thrilled. In the sense that he didn't show any emotion at all. Nice. Moving that face had to hurt, but he could pretend. S.T. didn't sneer in his face, because the guy pulled his weight, and they were short on people who they could even talk to about the basement. Didn't mean he had to be best buddies with him.
"Good." He was going to have his work cut out for him. Sangamon, not Harvey. Keeping the cracks down to one every five minutes or so when the man couldn't hear him was going to be tough. A real deaf guy, fine, he wouldn't pull that shit, but this was different. Harvey could still hear him now, though, so they could both listen to S.T. talk. He pulled up the map in his head of where they'd been last night, and started theorizing. "Four doors, five senses, and we burned one the first night. Wonder what happens if we run out."
Scott jogged up to the others as he rounded the corner. "Sorry I'm late. I really need to get a system going for getting my crap together at night," he said, resting the tip of his sword on the ground as he fumbled in his pocket for the bone bracelet.
"We ready?" he asked once it was on. "And what was that about burning?"
Sangamon brought up a good point, but Harvey found it hard to believe that they only got five shots at this. It seemed like Landel would want to encourage them going down into his little hellhole as many times as possible. It was something to ask their bony ferryman, at least.
Before Harvey could make any comment about that either way, Scott showed up, once again carrying that sword of his. As if it hadn't hadn't gotten him into enough trouble last night. Then again, Harvey was the one who was going to be giving up a sense tonight, so it didn't matter so much. And there might actually come a time when they had to fight something, so...
"Forget it," he said in response to Scott. They didn't really have the time to stand around chatting, and it was unimportant at this point. Harvey grabbed the bracelet out of his pocket and made quick eye contact with the other two. "Let's go," he said as he slapped it on.
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First again, and greeted by an empty hallway at that. Harvey didn't know what to make of it. Either some patients had decided to hide in their rooms, or they were being mauled by their roommates who had turned, or he was getting faster at this even if he had the disadvantage of missing half his face.
He'd kept on the bandages just this once, since they might have to deal with jumping into cold water again, and that really hadn't felt that great on his burns the last time. Not that a few layer of bandages was going to do much, but it was something. His hope was that they wouldn't be required to repeat that whole thing, but he couldn't assume anything.
He'd remembered to bring his journal and a pen with him as well and had decided to sacrifice bringing his metal pipe along because of it. Hopefully he wouldn't end up regretting that choice. With his flashlight in his other hand, he moved it around the area, looking out for either Scott or Sangamon.
[Waiting for Scott and S.T.]
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Harvey was waiting, Scott wasn't. Bandages on, for once. S.T. didn't comment on it. Didn't let his eyes flick up once they were close enough that night vision actually worked. It smelled better this way, and he didn't have to talk to a face that was half road pizza.
"Talked to D.C.'s roommate. He's gone for good." It was just them left. Assuming Scott showed.
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Still, Sangamon had seemed close enough to the blue-haired weirdo, so Harvey decided to keep those thoughts to himself. In the end, he realized it was good to know for sure. He nodded. "That settles that, then."
Which meant their group truly had been cut in half in terms of numbers. Harvey sighed and shifted his weight from one leg to the other, glancing down the hall in the direction that Scott usually came from. "I took your advice," he said, moving his arm slightly to show Sangamon the journal he had tucked against his side.
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"Good." He was going to have his work cut out for him. Sangamon, not Harvey. Keeping the cracks down to one every five minutes or so when the man couldn't hear him was going to be tough. A real deaf guy, fine, he wouldn't pull that shit, but this was different. Harvey could still hear him now, though, so they could both listen to S.T. talk. He pulled up the map in his head of where they'd been last night, and started theorizing. "Four doors, five senses, and we burned one the first night. Wonder what happens if we run out."
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Scott jogged up to the others as he rounded the corner. "Sorry I'm late. I really need to get a system going for getting my crap together at night," he said, resting the tip of his sword on the ground as he fumbled in his pocket for the bone bracelet.
"We ready?" he asked once it was on. "And what was that about burning?"
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Before Harvey could make any comment about that either way, Scott showed up, once again carrying that sword of his. As if it hadn't hadn't gotten him into enough trouble last night. Then again, Harvey was the one who was going to be giving up a sense tonight, so it didn't matter so much. And there might actually come a time when they had to fight something, so...
"Forget it," he said in response to Scott. They didn't really have the time to stand around chatting, and it was unimportant at this point. Harvey grabbed the bracelet out of his pocket and made quick eye contact with the other two. "Let's go," he said as he slapped it on.
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