Soccer/Recreational Field, Night 44
[From here.]It didn't strike Peter until he was on the grass and staring at the moon that the last time he'd gone out this way, it had been to collect Harry. The thought was a sobering one to say the least, particularly when he was the only soul on the field. No one but him and the great outdoors. Except replace 'great outdoors' with 'big fat death
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Kirk let out the breath he was holding when he stepped outside. It was quiet, cold, bathed in moonlight like any normal soccer field at night. He clicked his flashlight off, and could still make out the pale figures tracking across the grass to the vine-covered walls, moving with some sort of unknown purpose. Were they just trying to escape, or was there something more over the walls, as he'd suspected?
Unthinkingly, his gaze turned upwards to the clear night sky. Despite the unfamiliarity of the stars and his location, Kirk felt an uncomfortable pang of nostalgia as he slowly inhaled the cool air. As a boy, he'd often escaped outside to stare up at the stars. He would dream of space - his birthplace - instead of the small life in which he felt powerless and trapped.
A piercing, inhuman scream broke through his thoughts, and Kirk cursed himself for getting distracted. His hand went up immediately, but he stopped himself from turning his flashlight back on, knowing it would only blind him for a few seconds. The others sharing the field had also frozen in wariness, but there was nothing there. Except...
Kirk strained his ears. The noises still seemed to be coming from nowhere, but his instincts told him that whatever this invisible creature was, it wasn't anywhere near him. He didn't hesitate. As much as he disliked the thought of turning his back on someone who might need help, they weren't his responsibility.
Without wasting another second, Kirk followed the wall back into the hospital.
[To here.]
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