Night 41: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
[from here]
The hallways were dead -- 3am last call has come and gone dead dead, not just an early, foggy night. Not even a mouse. Scratch that -- he didn't want to think about what the local mice looked like.
Not even a street sweeper making it's bi-weekly, ticket-strewn, ear-shattering pilgrimage. He hoped he hadn't missed a memo. Caution: by game we mean the general issuance of semi-automatic weaponry to any individuals with grievances.
INTRA-GANG VIOLENCE HITS INNOCENT BYSTANDER DAY AFTER POLICE ISSUE ADVISORY ON CRIME AT NIGHT
TAYLOR NEVER CAME IN OUT OF THE RAIN, EITHER, NEIGHBOR CONFIDES
What the fuck. This place was getting to him. He couldn't allow that, so he sped up his strides.
[to here]
The hallways were dead -- 3am last call has come and gone dead dead, not just an early, foggy night. Not even a mouse. Scratch that -- he didn't want to think about what the local mice looked like.
Not even a street sweeper making it's bi-weekly, ticket-strewn, ear-shattering pilgrimage. He hoped he hadn't missed a memo. Caution: by game we mean the general issuance of semi-automatic weaponry to any individuals with grievances.
INTRA-GANG VIOLENCE HITS INNOCENT BYSTANDER DAY AFTER POLICE ISSUE ADVISORY ON CRIME AT NIGHT
TAYLOR NEVER CAME IN OUT OF THE RAIN, EITHER, NEIGHBOR CONFIDES
What the fuck. This place was getting to him. He couldn't allow that, so he sped up his strides.
[to here]