Night Shift 32: Main Hallway 2-Center (Includes Sun Room halls)

[lost-turkey.livejournal.com]

[running from here]

John grabbed Wolfram's arm and ran, his flashlight bouncing around in his grip. He needed to get a grip. He couldn't freak out. Freaking out led to rash decisions and he couldn't afford those at the moment. It didn't help that he kept hearing his mother hurrying him on in his head.

Run, John! You don't stop! You always run!

"Yeah, yeah, run... I got it, but where?" he said to no one as he paused only a moment before dragging Wolfram down to the right, aiming for the doors across from him. "Let's hope my good luck holds out and one of those doors is open."

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[strayfag]

[from here]

It was dark. No guns no guns no gunsnogunsnogunssmokingguns holy god his whole body felt like a fucking Christmas tree on Prozac.

He ran towards the sound of the fight and grabbed for the creature's hair, attempting to yank it's head back hard enough to get its attention or break its neck. "Holy ground is made for peace!! Stop eating your brothers and sisters!!"

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

Clark could do better than walking. He was hot on Badou's heels, his longer legs helping him close the distance from that head start the other patient got earlier in the Chapel. The darkness was making it difficult to tell who was where, but, judging from Badou's yell, he'd found the thing attacking Alkaid and Claire...and he was gunning for a fight.

Which didn't really seem like a good idea, in Clark's opinion.

He wavered for a second. Try to help Badou deal with the monster (he hadn't exactly gotten a good look earlier, considering the fact he'd been half-conscious from pain and blood loss)? Or try to find Alkaid and help her? Or - oh God, Claire! He'd never forgive himself if she got hurt her "first" night back, especially since he'd stupidly let her come along with him. Panic surged in him. What if this was all his fault? These people wouldn't be here and targets for the things here if it wasn't for him.

"Alkaid!" Clark called. He could still taste his blood in his mouth. Unconsciously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he tried again, "Alkaid! Claire!"

[constellates.livejournal.com]

"Son - of a -"

And the thing was off her, just as quickly as he'd latched on. She knew she'd lost blood.. the lightheadedness and all that was proof enough. But she wasn't quite strong enough to sit up, or to try to escape. This was pretty terrible. She was near to a faint from all of it leaving so fast.

Dizzily, she stood up, holding herself on the wall - just to see Badou come rushing in, proverbial guns ablaze. Hah... what a strong man. He'd save Claire. Claire needed saving.

She smiled, then sank back onto her knees, hearing a name being called through her haze. Alkaid. It was an unfamiliar voice. Who would know her avatar..? ..No, she'd introduced herself with that name so much... everyone knew that name. She was famous. Famous...

Was she going to slip back into a coma in real life if she lost consciousness here? Wouldn't that just be her luck?

Wouldn't it? And here.. Haseo wasn't even here.

Finding it too hard to keep her balance, she slumped to the side again, head hitting the floor.

[her-lion.livejournal.com]

The monster - monster, creature, that's all he was reduced to now, wasn't it? - didn't even register the tugging on his hair, only unhooking one hand from the girl's skin to swing it back, moving to knock the distraction away as if it was simply a fly. This was a curious meal, and he wasn't about to abandon her - something was extremely different. Though he took blood, he could hear her heart beating steadily, but never slowing. Like it was renewing itself, though a pace slower than he was accostomed to for himself.

Even though his consumption so far was beyond adequate - his eyes had to be a startling shade of red by now, shouldn't they? - he couldn't break away; the monster's grip was undeniable. He didn't even move to wipe away the blood streaming past his lips, down his neck, staining his shirt; his focus was on how many more mouthfuls of blood it would take to still that beat.