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damned_institute2009-11-23 02:17 am
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Nightshift 45: Main Hallway, 1-East
(From here.)
Sean kept charging down the hallway, not pausing to see if Schuldig was still following them or not. At this point, his priority was getting both himself and Chris to safety as soon as humanly possible. Fortunately soccer practice had done something besides give him bumps, bruises, and skinned knees--he could run for a decent amount of time at a swift clip.
"Let's try the doctor's offices!" Sean replied. Maybe one of them would be unlocked and they could hide in there until someone found them. At this point, getting in trouble was better than facing Schuldig.
Sean kept charging down the hallway, not pausing to see if Schuldig was still following them or not. At this point, his priority was getting both himself and Chris to safety as soon as humanly possible. Fortunately soccer practice had done something besides give him bumps, bruises, and skinned knees--he could run for a decent amount of time at a swift clip.
"Let's try the doctor's offices!" Sean replied. Maybe one of them would be unlocked and they could hide in there until someone found them. At this point, getting in trouble was better than facing Schuldig.
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No sign of Green.
So far, so good. Last thing they needed was some crazy chick gunning for them just 'cause she didn't like the way they looked or something.
But there was also no sign of the nurses or orderlies, no Martin Landel, and the power was still out, his flashlight pretty much the only thing keeping them from being smacking into walls or each other. And while he wouldn't have minded fooling around in the dark, the place possibly being on fire or something kinda killed his mojo there before he really could give it any second thoughts. They kinda had bigger priorities here.
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It nagged at her, though, in ways she didn't want to consider. Was it possible that she hadn't been imagining what happened at night? No. No, it wasn't. That would call too many other things into question, and she knew who she was and what she needed to do and none of it involved that imaginary life. She suppressed a shudder and just moved onward.
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