Night 56: M41-M50 Hallway

[hes_deadjim]

[M41]

If there was one thing the coup improved, it was the intercom announcements. Nothing long-winded, no rantings of a mad man. Short, efficient, or better yet, nothing at all.

Thank God for little miracles, McCoy thought sourly. Then he scowled. How sad was it that this was the kind of thing he looked forward to now? If he didn't feel like

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Maybe laying down on the bed had been a bad idea.

Now that the doors were open and everything had gone dark, part of him was just tempted to stay where he was. He could sleep through the night and really heal up instead of dragging himself to some pointless get-together.

He didn't like get-togethers. They were pretentious and everyone acted fake and it was all about selling yourself and standing out. He hated them. He'd hated every time Rachael had forced him to go to one.

Still, this would be nothing like that, would it? It would be a bunch of people of different ages from different backgrounds having a beer and complaining about their screwed up situation. Harvey didn't know how he would fit into something like that, but in the end he knew that he would never be able to fall asleep.

Lunge was gone by the time that he forced himself off of the bed, but Harvey didn't care. All he grabbed was his metal pipe and flashlight. The gun wouldn't be needed and he was sure that one of the others would have a radio. He was still sore practically from head to toe (or at least from shoulder to fingertips), but a walk from one room block to another was something he could manage.

Maybe it was only to prove that to himself, but he left the room and got a move on.

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