[from here]Another door that closed and locked behind them. This time there were no other doors to draw the eye. Instead, the one thing Shiina had never wanted and never believed she would see was now in front of them. This time, she didn't hesitate to reach out and take Shou's arm ( Read more... )

[from here]The door slammed shut behind them with an audible click, and Niikura looked back and sighed. They were locked in...well, that made things easy. There was only one way to go, now: forward ( Read more... )

[from here]And here they were! It seemed like just the other night--oh wait, it had been just the other night since they had last been here. Of course, this time there were no hordes of monsters chasing after them or bursting out from under tables...yet. Yet was the key word, and as fond as Niikura was of taking his sweet time when he felt like it ( Read more... )

[from here]Even though the temperature in the shed was not much different from the field's, Niikura could honestly say that he had never been more grateful for a roof in his life. He turned on his flashlight as he went in, shivering in the cold air, and briefly resting his sword against a wall so that he could try to rub some feeling back into his ( Read more... )

[from here]It was admittedly a little better outside. The air lacked the smell of too many things not-so-freshly killed and it felt less claustrophobic than the hallways by far. Unfortunately, even the sky seemed to be glowing faintly pink, which meant Code Fabulous was still in effect. It was casting a lot of freaky shadows ( Read more... )

( Preparation had taken longer than usual with this one, but he was confident that the results would be worth it. )

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As he walked into the waiting room, Niikura nearly closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable sound of several guns or so cocking, or maniacal laughter, or the door suddenly closing behind him and locking him in. None of that happened, but, he told himself (There had been no tinge of disappointment. None.), the danger had hardly ( Read more... )

When the intercom came on for the second time that day, interrupting people's meals and conversations, it was punctuated by what sounded like a flurry of movement, mainly the shuffling of papers and the noise of things being shoved around ( Read more... )