Night 49: Pantry 1 - First Floor

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An average man in good shape can run about ten miles an hour. Logan was not aware of this, but that was how fast his bike was going. Something had caught his eye on the road ahead, and he'd slowed way down to avoid slamming into anything potentially huge; and then, as he was veering toward the side of the road to get a closer look, the feeling of standing on the edge of an abyss and looking down washed over him.

And then, at the speed of a flat-out run, he'd crashed.

He stayed where he was for a full ten seconds, half-buried in - what? Debris? Pieces of the bike? He definitely hadn't been going that fast, and damn it, the road had been empty. He shifted and sat up, and the debris, or whatever, shifted with him. It sounded suspiciously like aluminum cans.

Pitch black, clearly an indoor space, and - what the hell was crunchy under his hand?

Cereal.

It was a goddamn pantry. And his ribs hurt. He could've invented a small journal's worth of new and creative words for the situation and whoever thought it was funny to jerk people around like this, but instead he said: "You okay?"

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Spock's eyes followed McCoy's flashlight, and he silently took note of the blood and vomit. There very well may have been an altercation between captives here, though it was difficult to imagine any of the patients having the capability to cause such damage within the pantry. At least, not without some sort of extra factor involved. What, exactly, that could be was difficult to decipher without more evidence. One of Landel's creatures may have been involved, but in that case he would have expected to see more blood spattered onto the walls and floor.

His eyebrows faintly rose as he considered this. Interesting...

As curious as the Vulcan was about what truly happened within this room, however, the remaining items didn't seem to shed any definitive light on the matter, and there were no witnesses available for them to speak with. Furthermore, while it was easy to see the entirety of the room from where they were standing, Spock did not wish to find themselves unexpectedly cornered in here by a hostile individual or being that could emerge in the doorway behind them. It was for those reasons that he decided they did not need to stay longer more than necessary.

"This area could become dangerous again," he said as he turned toward McCoy. "The exposed food and blood may draw the attention of the facility's creatures. I suggest we leave."

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