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Peter left the room thinking very deep thoughts. Most of which entailed speculation on the origins of the pink glow he had just been assaulted by. As much as he hated himself for it, he couldn't help but keep coming back to the Matrix. Maybe they just changed something. Turned the halls into mazes.
Buzz.
MREOWWWWWW!"JESUS
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To be perfectly fair, traveling into a night filled with visible dangers without a way to protect himself wasn't a very good idea, either; however, he didn't have much besides the knife from Hunk Howard's box and the one Depth Charge had given him in his room, and he'd established that sitting around wasn't going to do them any good. He supposed hitting things with his flashlight was a viable alternative if worse came to worst.
His flashlight trailed the walls again, ignoring the blood- which, now that he thought about it, he hoped belonged to the strange lump of a creature in the floor rather than a patient- in favor of examining the glow that surrounded them. "Now, I'm not very bright with knowing things, but I suppose we should head for the main hallway. We might find someone else who knows what's going on."
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With his lacking knowledge of the institute, he couldn't have provided a better suggestion even if he had wanted to. "That seems to be the best option," he answered, "We should probably go on our way, before the scent of blood will attract something."
Shifting his hold on his hatchet, he began moving towards the door leading outside of the patient block.
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