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Nightshift 24: Second M Block, Near the bathrooms and exit
((Coming from here.))
It wasn't a long way to go before he wound up at the doors leading out of the cellblock. Kimbley couldn't quite remember what room Wesker said he was in - not that it mattered - but he knew it would still be a while. The doors had just unlocked; he wasn't expecting anything, or anyone, else to show up and recognize him for a while.
Hah, although it would be deadly if Mustang showed up and saw him. Then he might have to forego traveling through this place with Wesker just to spend some time with his old friend. That would be more than worth the later bruises he got - or the current ones.
Now he was hoping Mustang arrived. Really, really hoping. He hadn't had fun since Lior; it was about time something happened.
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There was the scent of fresh blood pervading the air, like it had been recently spilled. Alucard did not to stop and investigate, but kept on creeping towards the exit. Though his chances of actually feeding were low tonight, he felt it best not to fail, or anger his Master further. She could stop him from feeding from anyone else, with a single command after all. Starve him of his blood as a punishment for his gluttony.
Besides, he had no weapon to crack skulls with. Alucard chose to slip out the hall instead.
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