Night 58: Medical Wing Hall

[spandexorgtfo]

[from here]The front desk and the adjoining break room had been the extent of his knowledge from the night prior, so in this next section, Kratos did take the time to carefully observe the scenery. There were two paths that split off straight ahead and to his left, while to his right were a series of identical, plain doors. Somehow, that row

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[spandexorgtfo]

[and back out quickly from here]

As soon as he was out, Kratos exhaled, wiping the sleeve of his glove across his eyes: in addition to burning, they were also tearing up enough to blur his vision.

"Gas," he said shortly to provide an explanation, too focused on the situation at hand to realize that he'd now become even more of a liability. "We need to move." He'd closed the door, but it didn't provide a complete seal; at his feet, he could already see tendrils of white beginning to show.

[madeinthehrl]

Soma had been about to follow Kratos into the room, but the sound of gas had reached her ears almost as soon as her brainwaves spiked, and it was only because Kratos himself had turned and run out of the room that she hadn't gone in to drag him out

[spandexorgtfo]

He recalled being fortunate enough to escape the cafeteria that one morning before they'd gassed everyone present in response to the massive food fight that had broken out. Although he'd been both angered and dismayed by the move, Kratos could recall feeling faintly relieved that he'd had the good sense to leave, because there had definitely been those still inside who were undeserving of the punishment.

And of course now someone had decided that his fortunes needed reversing. First the drug test, and now gas...Kratos, you pathetic, inferior being! For his own sake, he tried to ignore Kvar's voice again, but admittedly, it had been well-timed...

His frustration finally came to a head with Soma's report that the door was locked. Honestly..."Stand aside." Kratos brushed past her and paused only for a second before delivering a sharp kick to the door just below the knob. The first one only rattled it: his aim had been slightly off, ruined by his poor eyesight. The follow-up, though, knocked the door inward.

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