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damned_institute2012-10-09 02:44 pm
showmeyourwreath) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-09 02:44 pm
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Night 66: Experimental Treatments Laboratory
[From here]
This was it. Flora walked further inside, this certainly looked like a lab, but not like any she'd seen before. She could only guess who or what those beds were used for. She was grateful that they were at least clean and not covered in blood, like something out of a horror movie, but it was still unsettling to see. The cleanliness of everything spoke of use as much as any remains. Keeping a clear, clean workstation was incredibly important, and there wasn't a mote of dust that she could see. Goosebumps raised on her skin and she bit her lip.
There. Two doors. Both locked as her hand told her. What a surpris there, but this would be the last time she'd need to concern herself with them, at least she hoped so. Unwilling to let go of her knife, she put her flashlight in her mouth and held her bag with the same hand as her weapon, her free hand reaching inside for the pot. Only when it was in her hand did she set everything else down, putting the knife in between her feet as she stood shoulder width apart.
She stepped back, measuring the distance and giving herself enough room. Setting her feet, she raised the pot over her head and brought it crashing down on the knob. A strange cracking noise cut through the silence, and she tried the knob. It turned. Wonderful! It was a little crude, maybe, but it beat kicking and got the job done rather nicely.
[To here]
This was it. Flora walked further inside, this certainly looked like a lab, but not like any she'd seen before. She could only guess who or what those beds were used for. She was grateful that they were at least clean and not covered in blood, like something out of a horror movie, but it was still unsettling to see. The cleanliness of everything spoke of use as much as any remains. Keeping a clear, clean workstation was incredibly important, and there wasn't a mote of dust that she could see. Goosebumps raised on her skin and she bit her lip.
There. Two doors. Both locked as her hand told her. What a surpris there, but this would be the last time she'd need to concern herself with them, at least she hoped so. Unwilling to let go of her knife, she put her flashlight in her mouth and held her bag with the same hand as her weapon, her free hand reaching inside for the pot. Only when it was in her hand did she set everything else down, putting the knife in between her feet as she stood shoulder width apart.
She stepped back, measuring the distance and giving herself enough room. Setting her feet, she raised the pot over her head and brought it crashing down on the knob. A strange cracking noise cut through the silence, and she tried the knob. It turned. Wonderful! It was a little crude, maybe, but it beat kicking and got the job done rather nicely.
[To here]