Nightshift 24: M 61-70 Hallway
Too goddamn tired, huh? Kimbley smirked up at the intercom sealed in the corner of the room and continued rifling through his drawer. Under his pillow he'd found the flashlight; in here, there were pens, a radio, a journal ... they were actually giving them supplies here. Clearly, this was not a real mental hospital ... or prison. More of hell than home.
The door was unlocked. He ignored his roommate almost entirely as he opened the door and stalked out, flashlight in one hand and radio in his pocket. (Who knew when he could disassemble it and use the parts inside for a makeshift bomb?) He'd said he'd meet Wesker here, but there was no way Kimbley was going to just hang around and wait for the man; no, he would make his way somewhere else. Wait for him at the door to the cellblock, maybe. Surprise him.
With an attack.
The door was unlocked. He ignored his roommate almost entirely as he opened the door and stalked out, flashlight in one hand and radio in his pocket. (Who knew when he could disassemble it and use the parts inside for a makeshift bomb?) He'd said he'd meet Wesker here, but there was no way Kimbley was going to just hang around and wait for the man; no, he would make his way somewhere else. Wait for him at the door to the cellblock, maybe. Surprise him.
With an attack.