Night 68: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[monkeyboy]

[From here]

Doors were turning into the only excitement the monster could find in this deserted place. Between the halls he found his best opponent: a pair of rusted doors. Lumbering forward on his knuckles, the giant monkey kicked them open with a massive foot.

It brought the creature into another equally dark and equally boring corridor. Snorting with a heavy puff, it continued its destructive journey to find something softer, warmer, and filled with that red liquid that squirted out sometimes.

[to here]

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[forsworn]

[from here]

Kratos had checked the route to the morgue last night, so he knew that there was only one more hall to go. It seemed like they had moved at something like record pace--not a good idea to entertain the thought of what would follow just yet, though. One could never predict what might happen in the span of even just a few seconds in this place.

He kept his flashlight on as they made their way down the hall, sweeping it carefully from side to side.

[knightspirit]

Kyousuke likewise tried to keep a careful eye on the surroundings, but he found his attention not on the shadows and any unwanted horrors that could be lurking there, but the center of the hallway, where the large doors had both been pushed open. When they'd come this way last night, they had to break open them open to proceed, so he could only assume that was normally the case.

"... It looks like someone's already passed this way," he commented. Maybe it was someone on their way to same place as them, looking for a fallen friend. He could feel both hands tightening their grip on the thought, but he pressed on without another word.

[ to hurr ]