iwascloned
in
damned
Nightshift 41: West Wing South Hall 2-B
[from here]
Now that he'd made his daring escape, Spider began considering important questions. Questions like, "where the fuck am I?" "where the fuck are my drugs?" and "did I accidentally smear shit all over myself instead of blood?" The third question would require a second opinion, and the second question depended wholly on figuring out the first question, and so Spider began looking for things he recognized.
Unfortunately, since he had last traveled through this hallway under the influence of a cocktail of rather powerful narcotics and hallucinogens, all Spider could remember about this hallway was that it was frequented by a happy-go-lucky talking wheelbarrow full of guns. At the moment, this was not particularly helpful. But the hallway dead-ended to the north, and Spider's keen journalistic instincts told him that he could not run through walls right now. So he went south.
[to here]
Now that he'd made his daring escape, Spider began considering important questions. Questions like, "where the fuck am I?" "where the fuck are my drugs?" and "did I accidentally smear shit all over myself instead of blood?" The third question would require a second opinion, and the second question depended wholly on figuring out the first question, and so Spider began looking for things he recognized.
Unfortunately, since he had last traveled through this hallway under the influence of a cocktail of rather powerful narcotics and hallucinogens, all Spider could remember about this hallway was that it was frequented by a happy-go-lucky talking wheelbarrow full of guns. At the moment, this was not particularly helpful. But the hallway dead-ended to the north, and Spider's keen journalistic instincts told him that he could not run through walls right now. So he went south.
[to here]