Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-East

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[From here.]After a point, the hallway cleared out entirely due to them passing all of the other pairs of patients that had been meeting up or waiting around. The sirens had shut off by now and it had left everything deadly quiet as a result. Harvey clenched a fist around his metal pipe, fighting off the paranoia that something was lurking around

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[its_the_mileage]

"Even Peter couldn't do that," Indy replied, but he got the point: someone like Peter might've been able to

[unheroed]

All Jones really had to do was pick out the door. Harvey stepped up to it, finding that it looked more or less innocuous. The sign that marked it the medical wing would have easily been missed if they didn't know what they were looking for, which was why he memorized the door's location for any future nights. Not that Harvey really planned to make a habit out of coming here, but he was guessing that the medical wing was the place to go for any first aid supplies, so it was good to keep in mind.

It looked like Jones was thinking along the same lines when it came to the lock. And of course this door was locked. Harvey huffed to himself, wondering why their captors went to the trouble of giving them these weak locks in the first place. To slow them down, maybe, but it just seemed like such a shoddy obstacle.

"Right." He stepped forward and lifted the metal pipe up, holding it tight between both hands. He located the lock with his gaze and then aimed, swinging the pipe at it as hard as he could. A clang sounded and the pain of the

[its_the_mileage]

Indy watched as Dent whacked the lock with his steel pipe. It was like watching a kid hit a piñata--one more good hit and the thing would be done for. Unfortunately, Dent didn't have time to take it before a bestial snarling noise sounded behind them. They had company, and it wasn't friendly.

"Damn!" Indy was in no shape to watch Dent's back, but he didn't have a choice. He turned sideways--keeping one eye on the hallway, the other on Dent's progress--and uncoiled the dog leash. With one sharp, agonizing jerk of his right arm and shoulder, he cracked it in the general direction of the snarling. It didn't make quite the right sound, but it wasn't bad, and the metal clip at the end hit the floor with a resounding clang that might scare something away if it wasn't too big or smart.

Indy wasn't prepared to bank on its not being too big or smart. "How's it going?" he asked urgently, hoping to God the answer was well enough that he wouldn't have to take another swing.

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Harvey knew that he couldn't really rely on Jones to keep any monsters at bay. Normally he wouldn't have been that concerned, but the guy was still healing and he wasn't that well-armed. Whatever had made that noise was probably packed full of teeth and claws and Harvey had his back turned to the hall, which was enough to make anyone feel vulnerable.

So the only option he really had was to work quickly and hope that they could get through the door before whatever that was caught up to them. He reared back again, forgetting the pain that was still throbbing through his arms in order to hit the lock once more. It gave, and Harvey didn't hesitate to get moving. He transferred the metal pipe into one hand, grabbed his previously dropped flashlight with the other, and then used that hand to grab Jones by the collar.

He tried not to pull the man too harshly, but he didn't exactly have the time to be gentle. "Come on!" he yelled as he kicked the door open further and then dragged them both through.

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