Nightshift 29: West Wing, Hall A

[unmocked_lawr]

[from here]

Javert slowed his pace as he turned the corner, illuminating the immediate area with broad sweeps of his flashlight. There didn't seem to be anyone - or anything - in this hallway yet.

Hopefully it would stay that way, but that was probably too much to ask for.

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[son_ofkrypton]

[Coming from here with ZEX]

Okay, so Clark could've gone without the laughing. It was kinda weird. But he's a stage guy, he thought, thinking that he was judging Zex unfairly just because he was a little, uh, flashy. Or dramatic. Stage actors were probably supposed to be dramatic, he guessed. At least he was watching his back. Clark couldn't really see Zex in the darkness, but he still got the feeling on the back of his neck that the older man had his eyes on him and was looking after him

[wantsyourzex]

"Ah yes, very careful." ZEX glanced around their surroundings, trying to remember how quickly the previous monsters he had encountered had moved. Far quicker than he could move in this body, but that may not have been the case for his new young friend. Hmm. "There are a lot of strange things wandering this place at night... it does make one wonder how it all happens. That transformation..." ZEX tried to keep his fascination out of his voice. "I do wonder if it's the facility itself or the occupants that can cause such a change..."

ZEX looked around the hallway, and tried to remember his previous exploratory adventures. "I don't believe I've gone this way either... it doesn't look very familiar to me."

His vision, of course, was handicapped with the tiny double eyes and poor light and he may very well have been this way before, but that made for poor conversation, and ZEX kept it to himself.

[son_ofkrypton]

[Oh CRAP, I'm so, so sorry! I totally thought it was your turn and I was going *DURRR*]

Strange things. Zex probably meant weird things, like how the nurses had just - just mutated, right out of the blue, and changed from nice, if kind of strict people to things out for blood. Clark wouldn't go so far as to call them monsters, not when he just knew there had to be a person trapped inside, but he did have to admit that they did fit the "strange" bill.

"I wish I knew," Clark sighed. If he knew what caused the changes, maybe he could find a way to stop them. "Maybe someone here knows."

Clark waited, glancing back at Zex as he got the feeling of him looking around the hall. There wasn't much to see, even with the beams from the flashlights playing out across the surfaces.

"I guess we should keep going," Clark said. He nodded toward what looked like a slightly smaller hall. "How about that way?"

[wantsyourzex]

[Hahaha don't worry about it OD]

"I'm sure someone here must know what's going on. Someone who orchestrated out arrival here, among... other things." While ZEX normally was fairly open about the fact he wasn't human, not really, this didn't seem like an opportune time to bring that up. "Some sort of struggle between one faction and the other, if those occasional broadcasts are any indication. It does make me wonder... if they're real, this place may not be as tightly run as I thought."

ZEX tried a smile when Clark looked his way, not sure if he caught it. "That's fine with me," ZEX barely managed to avoid saying 'human', "Clark."

[son_ofkrypton]

Clark began to head up the smaller hall. It seemed to be lined with rows and rows of doors, all closed. When he tested one, the knob would only give rusted rattle. Locked. Were they all locked? He'd just have to try and test each one, he guessed, if he was really that set on trying to find answers.

Zex did have a point about the intercom. Clark hadn't brought the radio with him, and so didn't know about the latest broadcast, but it was obvious from the intercom announcement that something was up and it wasn't just something one-sided. "Hopefully that's the case," Clark said, feeling a bit cheered up by what Zex'd just said.

The teenager fell silent for a while as he focused on checking the doors. Most of them were locked, and he'd reached the end of the hall expecting the last couple to be locked too.

He froze when he reached out and his hand brushed against nothing, just a socket where the door knob should have been. "Hey," Clark whispered over his shoulder to Zex, just remembering in time that it'd be pointless to motion him

[wantsyourzex]

[To here, I hope this is what you meant. :O]