[From here.]

Axe slung over his shoulder, flashlight in hand and machete tucked beneath his back belt, Sechs jogged his way out of the patient cell area and out into the first hallway of his journey to the medical wing. His body still nagged at him with fatigued muscles and prickling anxiety in his skin, but he forced himself onward. Nothing was more important than that clue to his cure!

[To here.]