Night 51: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[from here.]Here was that right turn. About the only place Logan could get to with no confusion was the bulletin board, and by extension the cafeteria: straight down the hall, take two lefts. Once he got there, there was a possibility that he'd get held up - a handful of people had all said the same thing: trying to go through that room at night
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The shadows were beginning to coil and twist in Sechs' vision again; another sign that the night was already aging. The poison which that despicable doctor left in Sechs' system wasn't going to let its host attain his goal without a fight. Sechs clenched his teeth together and kept a strong and determined pace down the hallway. He had backup, a plan to fight back, he knew he did. He couldn't bear to think of what could happen if he didn't...
If his Original was stored somewhere in the institute, Sechs' best guess was that she'd be up on the second floor or even that mysterious third one that he used to hear rumors about before the nurses clamped down on the bulletin board with their censorship. If that were the case, Sechs would have to be ready to face that terrible hallway again... the same one he was taken to when...
A patch of darkness to Sechs' left suddenly grew jaws and snapped at him. The Replica flinched but didn't attack back. By now he was starting to figure out what was real and what were just the drug's illusions; the poison was sure to give Sechs hell tonight for what happened the night before. He had to be ready for it.
Sechs increased his pace and moved down to the next hallway.
[To here.]
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