Nightshift 19; F-Hall
Whatever luck seemed to have completely abandoned him the past few nights apparently had the decency to follow them into the new hall.
---unlike the rats. Thank god... or something.
The slam of the double-doors behind them reverberated loudly through the hallway, but it was nowhere near as deafening as the silence that followed. But off in the distance, far to the left, Vincent swore he heard a faint scream. A quick flashlight scan over gleaming, descending-order room numbers told him more than he wanted to know.
Elena. She was in F2, the direction of the distant clamor.
He glanced wordlessly at Dias for a long moment, doubtful how much farther the man would follow him, before shining his light down the dividing hallway and breaking into a silent, paced run.
---unlike the rats. Thank god... or something.
The slam of the double-doors behind them reverberated loudly through the hallway, but it was nowhere near as deafening as the silence that followed. But off in the distance, far to the left, Vincent swore he heard a faint scream. A quick flashlight scan over gleaming, descending-order room numbers told him more than he wanted to know.
Elena. She was in F2, the direction of the distant clamor.
He glanced wordlessly at Dias for a long moment, doubtful how much farther the man would follow him, before shining his light down the dividing hallway and breaking into a silent, paced run.