...It was almost as though last night was happening all over again, except that X was alone. Would every night here be like this? Wandering dark hallways like a rat in a maze?
X pressed against the wall, ignoring the pain in his leg as he kept moving forward. His hand was a good support, though he knew he would have to rest before long.
Humans really were frail, weren't they?
Bracing himself, he remembered the stairwell. If he could get to the stairwell, and maybe take the path that Harpuia and himself didn't take last time, it was possible X could find something useful for the three of them to use.
Medical supplies, for one. That was a priority. After what he did to his hand...
...Movement.
Gripping the piece of glass tighter, he pressed his back against the wall. There was most definitely someone moving out there, though from this distance and in this darkness he couldn't see who.
Maybe it was another patient?
...Or someone like Zero was last night. Brainwashed, wandering the hallways in search of prisoners who had escaped from their cells...
X's fist clenched.
Landel...
But if it was a patient, perhaps they were thinking the same thing about him, if they could see him. If he called out, declared he was a friendly, maybe they could exchange information, maybe even work together to find supplies or a way out.
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...It was almost as though last night was happening all over again, except that X was alone. Would every night here be like this? Wandering dark hallways like a rat in a maze?
X pressed against the wall, ignoring the pain in his leg as he kept moving forward. His hand was a good support, though he knew he would have to rest before long.
Humans really were frail, weren't they?
Bracing himself, he remembered the stairwell. If he could get to the stairwell, and maybe take the path that Harpuia and himself didn't take last time, it was possible X could find something useful for the three of them to use.
Medical supplies, for one. That was a priority. After what he did to his hand...
...Movement.
Gripping the piece of glass tighter, he pressed his back against the wall. There was most definitely someone moving out there, though from this distance and in this darkness he couldn't see who.
Maybe it was another patient?
...Or someone like Zero was last night. Brainwashed, wandering the hallways in search of prisoners who had escaped from their cells...
X's fist clenched.
Landel...
But if it was a patient, perhaps they were thinking the same thing about him, if they could see him. If he called out, declared he was a friendly, maybe they could exchange information, maybe even work together to find supplies or a way out.
He chanced calling out:
"Who's there?"