NIGHTSHIFT 35: M1-M10 HALLWAY
Mello did not have high expectations for the evening.
If the previous night had been any indication, they'd get about thirty feet before Near's obsessive observation habits ruined any hope of beating the time curve, but without the bulletin to find a new group he had no choice to repeat the effort.
Normally, he waited several minutes to set out into the hallway, but this evening he had no time to spare. He closed the door behind him and stepped quietly down the corridor, flashlight focused a few feet before his slippers and ears focused on the silence that surrounded him. His other hand clenched his knife, which he'd modified by wrapping the metal grip in surgical tape. In the unlikely situation that his hand was slick with blood, he couldn't afford to have it slip from his grasp.
He reached the end of the hallway and turned, glad that Omi's room was nearby.
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If the previous night had been any indication, they'd get about thirty feet before Near's obsessive observation habits ruined any hope of beating the time curve, but without the bulletin to find a new group he had no choice to repeat the effort.
Normally, he waited several minutes to set out into the hallway, but this evening he had no time to spare. He closed the door behind him and stepped quietly down the corridor, flashlight focused a few feet before his slippers and ears focused on the silence that surrounded him. His other hand clenched his knife, which he'd modified by wrapping the metal grip in surgical tape. In the unlikely situation that his hand was slick with blood, he couldn't afford to have it slip from his grasp.
He reached the end of the hallway and turned, glad that Omi's room was nearby.
[to here]