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damned_institute2013-02-02 10:16 am
monkeyboy) wrote in damned_institute2013-02-02 10:16 am
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Night 68: West Wing, South Hall 2-B
[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]
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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Things were still quiet, thankfully, but the further Zero walked, the more his forward progress was becoming difficult for him. It was like everything was conspiring against him...the darkness that made it almost impossible to see, the virus that made him fear being near other prisoners, the wound which was making it painful to walk, the cold which kept his shivering body from fully focusing on his mission...and now, dizziness.
He just wanted to sit down...rest for awhile.
No...! He couldn't rest...he had to find somewhere safe. Away from other prisoners. But where?
Uncertain, half-blind, and somewhat lost, Zero kept pushing forward despite practically everything telling him not to. If he had any familiarity with the area, he might have recognized that the doorway separating the two hallways had already been broken open by something; as it was, though, he didn't even acknowledge their existence.
[To here.]