Night 52: Rec Field

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This was already further than Sai had gotten the past couple nights, which was saying something. It was getting over the wall that would be the real test, though. The actual act of scaling the brick would be simple, but the night had an odd way of ending before he'd gotten beyond that point. Hopefully the same wouldn't hold true this time around.

The important thing was to just keep on the move. Chances were there would already be something or someone in the field waiting to hinder them and keep them from their goal. If they could avoid them, and avoid getting drawn into a pointless struggle, then perhaps they could actually get into the woods for once. Of course, this was much easier said than done. He'd been controlled by the Institute once before, and he knew how easy it could be just to keep a patient with their abilities dampened from getting between one door and another.

He would tell himself to think positive, except that wasn't really what Sai was known for.

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Buzz could feel the gust of air as the beastly bird swooped down toward them, but then, just as quickly as it'd attacked, it disappeared. Buzz paused, listening for it, before he jumped to his feet, scanning the area for any sign of where it might've gone.

"It must be lying in wait," he muttered to Woody as he took a tentative step forward. He paused as he felt the sensitive sole of his slipper hit something, then pulled his foot back and saw the outline of a wooden rod lying on the ground.

He turned to Woody – or at least the figure that must've been Woody – and nodded for him to pick it up. Then, after another visual search of his surroundings, he waved his arm toward the building in a signal for Woody to follow him toward it. As much as he wanted to escape, they needed to make sure they were out of that thing's clutches – fast.

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This was it, this was seriously it, he frantically thought to himself as the monster closed in on them. And then, just like that, a gust of air hit his face, and then...nothing. Confused, Woody glanced around, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Still, at this point, he didn't really care where that bird went as long as they just got the heck away from it.

He glanced down when Buzz's slipper (wow, that was still really weird to think about) hit his clothes rod. Reaching down, he snatched it up from the ground, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was holding onto it.

Though he was hesitant about running back toward the building he'd just left, Woody nodded when his friend signaled to follow him back inside. Taking in a deep breath, he brought his body in a half crouch and darted across the grass.