Night 54: M-C Block Hallway
[From here]
Well, this was already an improvement. Last night had ended far too quickly. The former turtle looked around, watching out but mostly listening for others. No one came. The coast was clear--for the moment. Mike preferred it that way.
And that's where he came to terms with a new hurdle from being human, which he had been ignoring since he walked down the previous hall. His night vision was shit. Not even worse. Shit. How did humans go around like this, blind as bats at night? Except bats had echolocation. Mike didn't, and he hated being human.
He frowned. It was too dark to make it as a human, which meant using his flashlight. Which meant giving away his location. Which meant possibly finding himself being set up for an ambush by another patient or one of the smarter monsters. If there were smarter monsters. Not that he knew there was, but if this place was going to go through the whole horror film shtick, they might as well have one. It always made the place scarier.
So he'd have to use his flashlight--but he'd go through it carefully. Mike reached into his his makeshift pocket from his second pair of sweatpants wrapped around his front. He grabbed hold of his flashlight and pointed it forward, through the fabric of his sweatpants, before turning it on.
The light was dimmer, but it served its purpose. He didn't need the full light, and it was too dangerous to use it. This was more like the darkness he was used to seeing, and it wouldn't sacrifice too much the little night vision this human form had. Who knew how long the flashlight would last.
To that end, he paused for a moment, memorized what the hall looked like, and turned it off. Periodic bursts were better than constant use. He was trained to move in complete darkness. Master Splinter had prepared him for this. One look told him that the hall was clear of monsters, and any other patient would have their flashlight on.
He continued moving, quickly but carefully, down the hall.
[To here.]
Well, this was already an improvement. Last night had ended far too quickly. The former turtle looked around, watching out but mostly listening for others. No one came. The coast was clear--for the moment. Mike preferred it that way.
And that's where he came to terms with a new hurdle from being human, which he had been ignoring since he walked down the previous hall. His night vision was shit. Not even worse. Shit. How did humans go around like this, blind as bats at night? Except bats had echolocation. Mike didn't, and he hated being human.
He frowned. It was too dark to make it as a human, which meant using his flashlight. Which meant giving away his location. Which meant possibly finding himself being set up for an ambush by another patient or one of the smarter monsters. If there were smarter monsters. Not that he knew there was, but if this place was going to go through the whole horror film shtick, they might as well have one. It always made the place scarier.
So he'd have to use his flashlight--but he'd go through it carefully. Mike reached into his his makeshift pocket from his second pair of sweatpants wrapped around his front. He grabbed hold of his flashlight and pointed it forward, through the fabric of his sweatpants, before turning it on.
The light was dimmer, but it served its purpose. He didn't need the full light, and it was too dangerous to use it. This was more like the darkness he was used to seeing, and it wouldn't sacrifice too much the little night vision this human form had. Who knew how long the flashlight would last.
To that end, he paused for a moment, memorized what the hall looked like, and turned it off. Periodic bursts were better than constant use. He was trained to move in complete darkness. Master Splinter had prepared him for this. One look told him that the hall was clear of monsters, and any other patient would have their flashlight on.
He continued moving, quickly but carefully, down the hall.
[To here.]