Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[asteroidbelt]

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Shuffling along the wall would make too much noise, so Ryusei walked normally along this hall. He was worried, but with the exits at the two ends, he'd see someone coming long before they saw him. He could always duck past, but— He'd deal with that if it came up. For now, he had to think about where he would go from here. Routine said the cafeteria, but logic dictated otherwise; there was no point to going there. How about the front door? That— That was an option, wasn't it?

... It...wasn't a good one.

... He'd made it without mishap. Next.

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[oyaji]

His partner was no doubt right, but Wild Tiger couldn't let it go just yet. He shined his light on every crevice in the wall, the ceiling, and the linoleum floor for any signs of blood or gore that clung to the monster as it left. There was not a speck out of place, except for the dent he had put in the wall.

"Damnit..." With no significant clues, there was no telling where the damned thing had gone, and so the older man turned his flashlight on the floor by his feet. He had to relent, for now. However, he sure as hell was going to make sure no one had been mauled in the main hallway the patients liked to hang out. Silently and bitterly, Wild Tiger continued moving down the hallway.

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