Night 46: M31-40 Hallway

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Emmett left his room empty handed again. It was tougher navigating without a flashlight, but it felt more comfortable. Especially with what he was going to have to do.

Outside seemed like his best bet for hunting. The dogs that attacked them last night didn't exactly smell fresh, but their blood was slightly more appetizing-- and much more likely to be digested by his system than the human food that kept being shoved in his face. Unfortunately there was also the chance that he wouldn't be able to find a semi-living, warmblooded animal out there again. Apparently there had been some Night of the Living Dead theme going on recently. So who knew, maybe it was going to be Swampthing or Frankenstein night-- he did hear that nutjob mention some bullshit like that. If that was the case then his natural prey couldn't be ruled out as an option.

He kept to the wall as he walked down the hallway. It was still early and relatively quiet. Feeding on someone he didn't know was definitely way better than attacking a friend, he was sure the others would agree...

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Usopp wasn't sure what to do before heading out. At this time yesterday, he'd already been confused, but at least someone had given him a hint and from there he'd found out a lot more. But yesterday, he'd only had a vague idea of what kinds of things might be outside.

And yesterday, he hadn't promised anyone to protect himself. It was a stupid promise, since it was the kind of thing that ought to be obvious, but sometimes it was really hard even for a responsible, intelligent and paranoid young pirate to find a safe path through life.

For example, there was leaving his room alone. He could have arranged something, but it was a little late now. And he could hide in his room all night, except he couldn't sure that was safe. Besides, nobody was going to escape from hiding in their rooms. Usopp wasn't eager to jump into a pile of killer leeches or zombies or anything, especially without real weapons, but he also wasn't eager to live the rest of his life here.

So, after improvising a new bandanna from one of the tacky shirts in his closet, he headed out again. In the coat's pocket, he kept the scalpel used to cut the shirt wrapped in some of the remainders of the shirt. It would have been pretty ridiculous to go out against advice and then get himself killed by cutting himself open accidentally.

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