Night 57: M-B Block Hallway
[From here.]
Some nights, he really did wish something would happen on his way to the men's room. Something big. Something spectacular. Something like an impromptu jazz band with instruments filched from the music room and patients that could actually play real music. Or perhaps he could find a phoenix down. Maybe someone could graffiti up the ( Read more... )
Some nights, he really did wish something would happen on his way to the men's room. Something big. Something spectacular. Something like an impromptu jazz band with instruments filched from the music room and patients that could actually play real music. Or perhaps he could find a phoenix down. Maybe someone could graffiti up the ( Read more... )
Another night, another venture into the darkness with his gear in toll, Sechs prowled down the hall with his usual slouch, but his eyes were not as focused as they usually were. He had decided to let his axe hang off one of his belts for a change, keeping his flashlight in one hand and his machete in the other. His one leg pocket weighed slightly from the busted radio Sechs reluctantly decided to bring with him. If that stupid thing decided to squawk again, it had better give better news than the night before...
Whether the radio man made anymore announcements or not, Sechs still felt lost. Doubts over whether his searches for Alita were worthwhile or not haunted his thoughts, and his indecision over if he should take the military's offer in the medical wing disturbed his focus.
He found his pace faltering, and a flicker of an unnatural shadow briefly caught his attention in the corner of his eye. Sechs gritted his teeth and forced himself forward. He had to keep moving if he was going to get anything done tonight -- that was if he could figure out what he was going to do in the first place...
[To here.]
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