Night 59: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
[from here]The next hall was blessedly empty and, more importantly, blood-free. Somehow, that meant that he could breathe a little easier, but Niikura still kept up the pace he'd set the hall before. The faster they got to Mike, the better: safety was going to lie in numbers tonight
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She knew the answer to that question. It could go two ways, she wanted to tell the girl. It could be a monster, like the ones we've seen here, or ... or it could have been another prisoner. Someone just like us. But she couldn't. She couldn't say that out loud. She hoped ... well, hoped was the wrong word to use. She wanted the death that was behind them to have been caused by a monster, because she didn't want to think that there was yet another person wandering the hallways harming others just for sport, or just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't want anyone else to become like she had, bruised and bleeding and left to die.
"I - I don't know," Kairi said instead, expression pained. "But whatever it was, we can only hope that ... that it's gone, right?"
She wouldn't let anyone else get hurt like she had. She didn't want anyone else to become weak and scared and forced into a corner like she had. She promised to fight, and she would. She would.
"We're almost out," she told her with a soft voice. "Just hold on a bit longer."
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