Nightshift 39: M51-60 Hallway
...was that Landel snoring? No matter. Miles clicked on his flashlight - or thought he was. The batteries seemed dead. He cursed to himself, swapping in a fresh set. There. That would be enough light to use for changing into his suit, which he did quickly.
He put his journal and a pen in his inner pockets, then folded his pillowcase and added that, as well. It would do for a carrying bag in a pinch.
As he stepped to the closet again to retrieve his sword, he was hit with a sharp pain in the back of his head, and a rumble from the voice. It's nothing,, he thought, insistently. I've gone out with the History Club a number of times, I'll be out with people I've worked with before tonight, and everything will be fine. Now, will you please be quiet?
The worst of the pain faded a moment later, and when it did, he stepped out of his room and into the hallway.
[to here]
He put his journal and a pen in his inner pockets, then folded his pillowcase and added that, as well. It would do for a carrying bag in a pinch.
As he stepped to the closet again to retrieve his sword, he was hit with a sharp pain in the back of his head, and a rumble from the voice. It's nothing,, he thought, insistently. I've gone out with the History Club a number of times, I'll be out with people I've worked with before tonight, and everything will be fine. Now, will you please be quiet?
The worst of the pain faded a moment later, and when it did, he stepped out of his room and into the hallway.
[to here]