NIGHT 54: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
[From here.]
... this was not a good sign. Edward was used to the single hallway his room was in being empty considering how it was part of the last row of rooms, but once he stepped outside the block there had always been a few stragglers wearing the tell-tale gray slacks. Unconsciously, he pulled the pillowcase closer to him. He wasn't stupid. This was... odd.
Two hallways without a single soul in sight. Maybe it was his pace. It was hard to tell if it was merely human or not; all he knew was that he couldn't stop now. He wished he could be selfish and say it was only worry that pushed him, but his throat was rough and dry. Thirst helped. It always did. It had the driving force of a wrecking ball and the insistence of fatal pain.
[To here.]
... this was not a good sign. Edward was used to the single hallway his room was in being empty considering how it was part of the last row of rooms, but once he stepped outside the block there had always been a few stragglers wearing the tell-tale gray slacks. Unconsciously, he pulled the pillowcase closer to him. He wasn't stupid. This was... odd.
Two hallways without a single soul in sight. Maybe it was his pace. It was hard to tell if it was merely human or not; all he knew was that he couldn't stop now. He wished he could be selfish and say it was only worry that pushed him, but his throat was rough and dry. Thirst helped. It always did. It had the driving force of a wrecking ball and the insistence of fatal pain.
[To here.]