Night 57: Front Desk (Medical Wing)
[from here]Unsurprisingly, the door opened with a twist of the handle and little pressure. The interior hidden behind a door long since locked--if they were to believe the blow-hard of a commander who had taken control--was quite large, dwarfing the sun room in comparison. Enclaves and doorways crept away from them, and Albedo was idly curious--
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The first thing Badd noticed upon entering the so-called medical wing was a large bulletin board asking "Are you a good patient?". Just one little reminder of the joys of obedience and the pain of rebellion, Badd was almost surprised they hadn't tried tattooing the message onto the back of everyone's hand.
The place was big and he was off the edge of the map now. Past the front desk was a short hallway to the left and a bunch of doors off to the right. Doors, doors everywhere and not a sign in sight...treat them as humans, Aguilar, but don't treat them as psychic. There were a dozen rooms just within Badd's line of sight, which one was the infirmary?
Badd clicked off the flashlight and braced himself against the wall, listening. He could hear the sound of footsteps and faint conversation, the usual mutterings of the wandering prisoners, but no sounds of screams or pleas for help. The torture rooms were probably soundproofed anyway, but it would have been nice if matters were that simple.
Well, he had to start
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