Night 75: Third Floor Security Station

[damned_monsters]

The security station that monitored the third floor didn't differ much from any of the others, but where normally at least one distorted nurse would have been waiting, there were instead bodies littered on the floor. Quite a few belonged to nurses, and it appeared that the monsters which had been unleashed in greater force on the institute had decided to attack indiscriminately.

The nurses hadn't been spared, and neither had the doctor who had worked so hard to get away from a group of displeased patients. His body laid crumpled on the floor, throat torn open by the mountain lion that stood over him. It didn't seem particularly proud of its kill -- no, it really only seemed hungry as it ripped the doctor's neck further open with large, greedy bites. As if some fresh meat might repair the damage to its own body, that telltale taint of rotted flesh and exposed bone.

Screens lined one wall, still displaying footage which cast enough light to show off the grisly scene. The security feeds revealed that there were monsters in most parts of the third floor now, occupying rooms where the patients had only just been.

As they arrived on the warp pad, the mountain lion's head jerked up and it bared its teeth in a snarl. The muscles in its legs coiled as it prepared to pounce.

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[ryuuzaki]

[From here.]

The first thing that hit L, so early that he wasn't sure they weren't still in the previous room, was the smell. The last time alarms had blared through the halls of Landel's like this, there had been this kind of smell in the corridors: spilled blood and rot. Now it was almost strong enough to make him retch.

The room they'd arrived in looked like another security monitoring station, lit by a huge bank of screens, but this one was full of mutilated bodies and a large, putrescent cat. That explained the stench.

Their arrival distracted the creature from a meal: it was feasting on the throat of a man in a white coat. It occurred to L that he was almost certain of the man's identity, given the circumstances, but there was no chance to establish that yet. The cat's attention snapped to them, fresh live meat, and it prepared to attack.

L had ended the transporter journey where he'd started in relation to the others, behind Castiel and Lloyd and next to Lana. He steadied himself as well as he could, raised the pistol from his hip, and stuck his hand out between the other two men to fire at the creature, a shot that he hoped would find its mark somewhere in its top half.

If that didn't kill it, they had swords. It was weird how he'd had time to be disgusted, for his stomach to turn, but not to be afraid of the thing about to launch itself at them.