Night 58: Medical Wing Hall
[from here]
The front desk and the adjoining break room had been the extent of his knowledge from the night prior, so in this next section, Kratos did take the time to carefully observe the scenery. There were two paths that split off straight ahead and to his left, while to his right were a series of identical, plain doors. Somehow, that row managed to be more chilling than he'd expected, even though each one was clean and unmarked. Perhaps it was that similarity, that complete and utter blankness that was so disturbing; they looked dead...
...sterile. He knew in an instant where he would have found this. The name (Kvar...!) flashed through his mind just as a scream rent the air, echoing off blank walls. The part of him that somehow had remained rational reacted sluggishly, reminding him too late that not everything he heard was real, that the reason that scream was so affecting was not because someone was in danger, but because it was hers, wild and terrified as her body stretched and contorted--
But it was too late. He had turned again, this time more sharply, already halfway through the motion of drawing his sword...only to make a fool out of himself for the second time out of who knew how many tonight.
Kratos made a small noise of frustration as he rammed the blade back into place. There would probably be no avoiding the issue now; he might as well initiate the talk himself. "I understand this is marginally unrelated, but did you happen to take Aguilar up on his offer last night?"
The front desk and the adjoining break room had been the extent of his knowledge from the night prior, so in this next section, Kratos did take the time to carefully observe the scenery. There were two paths that split off straight ahead and to his left, while to his right were a series of identical, plain doors. Somehow, that row managed to be more chilling than he'd expected, even though each one was clean and unmarked. Perhaps it was that similarity, that complete and utter blankness that was so disturbing; they looked dead...
...sterile. He knew in an instant where he would have found this. The name (Kvar...!) flashed through his mind just as a scream rent the air, echoing off blank walls. The part of him that somehow had remained rational reacted sluggishly, reminding him too late that not everything he heard was real, that the reason that scream was so affecting was not because someone was in danger, but because it was hers, wild and terrified as her body stretched and contorted--
But it was too late. He had turned again, this time more sharply, already halfway through the motion of drawing his sword...only to make a fool out of himself for the second time out of who knew how many tonight.
Kratos made a small noise of frustration as he rammed the blade back into place. There would probably be no avoiding the issue now; he might as well initiate the talk himself. "I understand this is marginally unrelated, but did you happen to take Aguilar up on his offer last night?"