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damned_institute2011-09-07 10:18 pm
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Night 58: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
((From here.))
As he stealthily moved through the hall, Spock noted that it was quiet and dark. He didn't detect other patients, nor any hostile lifeforms. Perhaps the rest of the way leading to Dr. McCoy's quarters was in a similar state.
Regardless, it was best to move as quickly as possible. The early portions of the shift tended to be the quietest, which meant Spock needed to take advantage of the still hallways while he could. He hadn't forgotten about the military's cryptic message, or the unusual silence toward the end of their meal period. It was possible something would interrupt their plans later, which made time of the essence. If they were caught in the middle of a meld, the results could be disastrous.
Walking at a brisk pace, Spock allowed his light to illuminate his immediate path and continued ahead.
((To here.))
As he stealthily moved through the hall, Spock noted that it was quiet and dark. He didn't detect other patients, nor any hostile lifeforms. Perhaps the rest of the way leading to Dr. McCoy's quarters was in a similar state.
Regardless, it was best to move as quickly as possible. The early portions of the shift tended to be the quietest, which meant Spock needed to take advantage of the still hallways while he could. He hadn't forgotten about the military's cryptic message, or the unusual silence toward the end of their meal period. It was possible something would interrupt their plans later, which made time of the essence. If they were caught in the middle of a meld, the results could be disastrous.
Walking at a brisk pace, Spock allowed his light to illuminate his immediate path and continued ahead.
((To here.))
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Running. Snow was only focused on running, on moving forward. Standing still wasn't really much of an option here anyway. Not unless you wanted to go and get yourself shot.
Gunfire was pretty much the only thing he could hear. Guns and explosions. Sometimes close, sometimes far away. If you really wanted to pay attention and if you tried hard, you could pick out screams. It was amazing how it just took over everything. Filled his mind until it was all just a loud background buzz. Noise. The lovely sounds of the Sanctum's Purge initiative to migrate the residents of Bodum down to Pulse. ... "Migration" his freaking ass. It was a damn battle zone!
...No, this wasn't even a battle. It was a straight out massacre. Military versus civilian. Trained soldiers armed to the teeth against unarmed men who'd never so much as thought about holding a gun before today. Against moms and kids. Against everyone they'd once claimed to protect. And why not, right? They were all "disposable" now. Tainted. Filthy. So let's just shoot them all, right?! Just get rid of them!! What'll anyone else care?!
Shit. These were all people he'd grown up with, people he'd lived alongside. Maybe he didn't know or even recognize most of them, but they were still from his hometown. And they were still people, dammit! And yet the Sanctum didn't care at all. They hadn't hesitated for a moment, had they? They weren't holding back even an inch. And as he rushed through this war zone that had once been the Hanging Edge, through the rubble and smouldering debris, he could see the full extent of it. The bodies... were everywhere. Some had been crushed, partially exposed under a pile of concrete. Most had been shot through more times than he could possibly count. And others... had been ripped apart. The Sanctum had pulled out domesticated Bioweapons by this point, it looked like. Like they even needed this much firepower against regular civilians. These people... none of them had even stood a chance.
But Snow didn't linger to stare at them. He tried not to. He only rushed forward with a twisting in his chest he figured was outrage. He wasn't looking. Even when he had to make an effort to avoid stepping on them, he didn't look. Just run. Just move. Just don't look.
....
"Wh--?!" Snow stopped dead in his tracks. He stared straight ahead at the pitch black corridor in front of him, eyes wide and mouth slightly gaped. He blinked rapidly for a second or two as he tried to regain his bearings. His eyes moved down to the ground, then back up and around him again. To anyone else, he might have looked lost. But he sure as hell wasn't.
He'd.... Had he been...? What did he just...? Why had he suddenly remembered that? Why was he thinking about The Purge out of nowhere like that? ...No, it wasn't really that. It was almost like a... bad nightmare. Only he'd been awake.
He was suddenly aware of his heart pounding in his chest, double speed.
Snow shook his head suddenly, almost like he was trying to clear the memory away physically. What was the matter with him? There was no time to be thinking about things like that. He could worry about it later. Right now... Right now he had to focus. Just focus on what was happening now. That was all that mattered.
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