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The lock was another weak one. It was no doubt done on purpose. Watching the patients scurry around hunting for items was probably some sort of game here, and though it irked him that they were playing right into it, there was no point in trying to rebel and sacrifice the chance at getting any weapons.
He peered cautiously through the door, letting the beam from Rufus’s flashlight filter through. He could see the lockers, but there wasn’t much he could spot lying around outside from the little light there was.
But maybe it was worth it to see what was inside those lockers.