Night 68: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[armoredsoul]

[from here]

For a moment Al pondered which direction to go. He'd seen other patients being led both past this block and down the hallway to another. After a moment he headed down the hallway and through the open door, keeping an alert eye out for anything odd.

[to here]

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[sixth_attack]

[From here.]

Another damn long hallway...!

Sechs grunted with frustration, berating his own legs for not being fast enough. He sprinted between fellow prisoners, not allowing any distractions to get in his way. With each thunderous step, Sechs could feel the chill within his back deepen into his spine and muscles. He knew some form of opposition -- whether it be from outside or within -- was bound to raise its ugly head at the Replica any moment now...

"Let 'em come...!" Sechs aggressively thought to himself, his teeth gashing together as he snorted through his flared nostrils. Nothing was going to stop him from reaching his goal--!

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