Nightshift 46: Ruins

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The place looked just like he remembered--all smashed up, and not entirely by the weather. "Don't stop watching your step," he said to Dent, shooting a meaningful glance down at the road beneath their feet. The cracks made a surface only marginally more even than the floor of the woods, and there were still patches of broken glass scattered around where the windows used to be.

The first several structures--what he'd pegged last time as houses--on either side of the road were mostly demolished, and he moved past them in the direction of the main crossroads. "Store--schoolhouse--church," he noted like a tour guide for Dent's benefit, pointing at each building as he listed it. "The church is as far as I've gotten, but it doesn't look like there's much else left standing. Anywhere in particular you want to start?" Personally, it didn't make much difference to Indy. He'd have to give them all a thorough look at some point (a second one, in the case of the church), and it was fine with him if the guy whose main interest here was curiosity determined the order.

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They had finally made it. Harvey was shocked that they'd managed to beat the clock; he hadn't realized just how far away from the institute it was possible to travel. And yet they somehow still got transported back to their beds? The way that worked was a huge question mark in his head... How did they keep track of them once they moved out of the building?

Were they equipped with tracking devices? Chips in their head? Whatever new idea popped into his head was worse than the one before it.

Letting out a breath, Harvey continued to watch where he stepped while he noted the various buildings (if they could even be called that) as Jones pointed them out. So it was up to him, then? Seeing how he'd already heard about the church, he wasn't sure he wanted to see all of that for himself. If Jones still needed to look at the other spots, then it made more sense to start with one of them.

"Store, I guess," he said as he watched his breath form in puffs of air in front of him. He wouldn't be surprised if he caught something after being outside for this long when it was so cold. He gestured toward said store and started heading for it, figuring that Jones would speak up if he didn't agree with that choice.

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Indy didn't have any objections. He turned his attention to the store: most of the walls and the roof were still standing, although the latter looked like it could cave in on them any second.

At least he had his hat for protection. Readying his flashlight, Indy followed Dent into the building.

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