Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[bastard_sadi]

[Coming from here.]

Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was

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[human_sponge]

[From here.]So much for things seeming more or less the same. As Peter stepped out of the door, he was immediately faced with a scene that looked like it out of some sort of slasher movie. There was blood spread all over the floors, and more than that -- bits and pieces of flesh and bone and who knew what else was mixed in. Peter only needed to give it one look to realize that whatever had been killed wasn't human, but that didn't really make the scene any less disturbing

[allroadslead]

"Whoa, sonofabitch."

What the hell was right. Sam couldn't help wrinkling his nose at the smell. He pulled out his gun, coupling it with his flashlight as he eyed the scene and slid reflexively in front of Peter. That was definitely a sign of something having been exploded. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but that didn't make it any less gross.

He did pause when the light fell on the ceiling. On the totally clean space in the ceiling. It looked weirdly human-shaped. Huh. That wasn't normal. It was probably just a coincidence, but. Was someone-? On the ceiling was what that thought had been, but that was too

[human_sponge]

While Sam was just as taken aback by the scene as Peter had been, his roommate did a decent job of keeping his cool in the situation. Then again, he apparently dealt with demons on a regular basis, so he'd probably seen some pretty terrible stuff even before all this. Peter had too, but all of that had been based in something closer to reality. He'd seen people die on the table in an operating room, he'd watched someone perform an autopsy with all of that clinical coldness, but...

In the end, his curiosity won out and he drew closer as Sam worked a claw out of one of the pieces of flesh. It definitely seemed feline, and Peter suddenly remembered the catlike creature that had attacked him and Nathan that one time.

With a sigh, he straightened and shook his head. "Yeah, one of those guards, maybe? Who knows." He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Let's just hope that it doesn't turn on us, too." Claire might be able to survive this level of dismemberment, but the rest of them would be completely screwed