Jack took up the lead and Gin followed, as seemed to have become their routine. They agreed on several points it appeared. Gin would've liked to try some of the radio man's hunts, but he still didn't know the layout well enough to decipher the clues. Why bother with them? It wasn't as though the head doctor wouldn't know exactly where they were.

But with the kitchen, he had mentioned not just cutlery, but swords. It was at least a small possibility. But "where the dead wait?" Unless the place had some sort of cemetary... possible, or some place they kept the bodies prior to a funeral... also possible, but not something he'd like to dwell on, he didn't know where else that might be. They'd seen plenty of things that ought to have been dead. Rotting and foul. But he'd no clue where the creatures waited.

"Might be wise t'start lookin' for a proper map then," Gin commented. His memory was good enough that he could keep track of the places they'd been so far without drawing them up, but if the message boards were any indication, there were others that had likely mapped out most of the rest of the building. It wasn't that large. "Otherwise it's jus' takin' shots in th' dark."

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