Nightshift 39: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

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Miles slowed again as he entered the hallway, due to another sharp spike of pain in his head. This time, it was accompanied by a louder rumble, one that almost sounded like garbled words.

He swept the beam of his flashlight from side to side. "Now, see? Nothing - and no one - is there," he muttered, hoping that would silence the voice's insistent worry. It was starting to get both annoying and worrisome at the same time. What was making it react like this? He couldn't think of anything, and the intercom announcement hadn't indicated anything particularly worrisome, either.

He sighed and continued down the hallway, continuing to scan for anything in the shadows with each step.

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[identity profile] i-dont-paint.livejournal.com 2009-03-07 03:47 am (UTC)(link)


Tony didn't pause as he headed out of the dorm block, long strides hurrying him along toward the next branch of the hall. There were a few people already out, though it was hard to judge the general volume by that section. He marked it off as a late start, and quickened his pace.