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here.]Upstairs was dark and silent, although to Daemon, the faint pink glow that coated all the surfaces since the alarm went off seemed more concentrated here. Was it stronger, perhaps? Or was there just more to hide? He brushed his fingers against it curiously as he stepped out of the stairwell and into the corridor above, his senses
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Either way, it was clear that any attempts he might make to protest Tifa's idea were just going to get shot down. Zack knew a lost cause when he saw one. He just wanted to make sure that this was taken care of quickly so that they could move on and get some real fighting in.
It was clear that some other patients had already managed that, seeing how the levels of gore here were only increasing. It was almost like a flood of blood and body parts, which would have been enough to turn the stomach of most people. Good thing that Zack had taken on a Marlboro or two in his time. You couldn't really get grossed out after slicing one of those things apart.
"Whoever did this clearly wasn't wasting any time. I'd say either quick work with a sword or some sort of power that we aren't capable of," he remarked, glad that he could focus on something other than the burning in his arm. "So where is this sink?" It was clear that Tifa had seen more of this area than he had, since he didn't even know anything about the janitor's closet that she had mentioned before.
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"We keep going straight. It'll be in a closet down the last left in this hallway." Thankfully, she had been completely level-headed and observant before running into that damned nurse just outside the closet. The run back had been mainly a blur, prioritized by pain and the feeling of her heart thumping against her rib-cage like a captive bird.
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