Badou didn't say anything else to Armand as he left, except to stick his tongue out at the man's retreating back. He had bigger things to worry about. Like visiting an autopsy room in the middle of the goddamn night in a hospital full of flesh eating monster goth guys. How the hell did he get himself into this crap? He didn't even want anything special, just a few tiny matches. For which he needed a few tiny scalpels to exchange. For which he needed to go into a room full of dead bodies that might get up again and eat him.

Badou cradled his head in his hands, scanning the map one last time in vain. Of all the times he really, really wished Haine was around... At least the guy could pass for a zombie goth vampire wannabe. And spontaneously regenerate his organs if that didn't work out.

On the bright side, if he died there was fire in hell.

Badou sighed and went about grabbing the stuff he needed for the night - flashlight, maps, glorious but cruel cigarettes - and let himself into the hallway. He'd planned to live stingy until he got to the bottom of things, and here he was chasing his stupid habits. Thanks, bro.

...He still needed a partner. Like the one standing right there. Since when did he have a neighbour? "Hey, are you going out alone?"