Nightshift 24: Second M Block, Near the bathrooms and exit

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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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Hikaru was barely holding onto his composure by a thread. It wasn't helping that Tamaki was introducing the contents of his stomach to the floor, or that Robin was slowly extracting BODY PARTS from the now-deceased (well, they'd already looked--and smelled--pretty deceased before, but the last thing he wanted to think about was the prospect of ZOMBIE CREATURES running around Landel's) cats. He turned his head away and closed his eyes, but that only blocked out the sight. The smell was everywhere.

And it made his stomach want to rebel.

Swallowing the bile that was rising in his throat, the boy used the hand that wasn't holding the bandage up to see if he could spot the bathroom with his flashlight. He knew that there was one around here somewhere.

Ah. There.

Hikaru laboriously switched off his flashlight one-handed and tried to juggle it so that he could point a shaking finger in that direction. "I t-think it's over there..."

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It took Tamaki a moment to muster up the strength to reach out and take the sleeve. He just held it, his mind unable to comprehend what he was supposed to do with it. He'd just killed something. And he was still bleeding. His mind was protesting that any of this was really happening.

His eyes followed Hikaru's finger, blankly. He needed to get himself under control. What would Elena think, if she saw him like this? Or Ed?

"Let's go," he managed to say, his voice sounding hollow and from far away even to his own ears.

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