Nightshift 21 - Stairwell at Lobby/Dr Offices/Medwing
If there was one thing Rufus Shinra had had enough of, it was Landel’s twisted monsters. Blood was drying to a tacky mess across his back, the two strikes the woman with the hot iron had gotten at him enough to make him regret fully going upstairs. At least it was a learning experience in that he knew better now. Going upstairs meant taking at least someone else with him.
After the way tonight had been and the damage he’d taken so far, Rufus gave serious thought to returning to his room, barring the door, and hoping nothing got in there. His shoulder and arm had settled into a mass of pain, the scent of burnt him still hanging around him. His cheek throbbed where that woman’s weapon had caught when going down to that blow on his shoulder. He hadn’t felt any blood when he’d touched it, but the skin there felt burnt.
Leaning against the wall as he stepped off the last stair, he stayed quiet, listening to the night. The question now was go back to his room or stay out here. They needed weapons still, and if Reno were babysitting Elena, the Turk wouldn’t have much of a chance to get anything. Then again, he’d been wandering since the doors opened and accomplished absolutely nothing.
Damn it.
Eyeing the halls, he sighed to himself. As good as it sounded to just go back to his room and try to be safe, he had to help his people. Reno needed his EMR and Elena… well, who knew what weapon he could find for her. Something had to work. Ahead of him were three directions that he could barely see. Left, right, or straight ahead.
What he wanted was his flashlight, damn it. He was so billing his Reno for one. For now, he listened, waiting a few moments before deciding. Whatever direction sounded the most dangerous, he was promptly taking the opposite one.
After the way tonight had been and the damage he’d taken so far, Rufus gave serious thought to returning to his room, barring the door, and hoping nothing got in there. His shoulder and arm had settled into a mass of pain, the scent of burnt him still hanging around him. His cheek throbbed where that woman’s weapon had caught when going down to that blow on his shoulder. He hadn’t felt any blood when he’d touched it, but the skin there felt burnt.
Leaning against the wall as he stepped off the last stair, he stayed quiet, listening to the night. The question now was go back to his room or stay out here. They needed weapons still, and if Reno were babysitting Elena, the Turk wouldn’t have much of a chance to get anything. Then again, he’d been wandering since the doors opened and accomplished absolutely nothing.
Damn it.
Eyeing the halls, he sighed to himself. As good as it sounded to just go back to his room and try to be safe, he had to help his people. Reno needed his EMR and Elena… well, who knew what weapon he could find for her. Something had to work. Ahead of him were three directions that he could barely see. Left, right, or straight ahead.
What he wanted was his flashlight, damn it. He was so billing his Reno for one. For now, he listened, waiting a few moments before deciding. Whatever direction sounded the most dangerous, he was promptly taking the opposite one.