Nightshift 43: Cafeteria
[From here.]
In Sync's eyes there was no such thing as falling 'gracefully', especially when it was face first onto the floor after a rather sloppy escape. The teen had fallen several feet from the door, having used a burst of strength to at least pull himself as far away from the last room as possible.
However, he didn't move too far just yet, instead bringing a hand over the sore spot forming over the side of his forehead. Fortunately, the pain was dull, and he had suffered worse wounds, so he knew he'd recover in no time.
Of course, little did he know...
In Sync's eyes there was no such thing as falling 'gracefully', especially when it was face first onto the floor after a rather sloppy escape. The teen had fallen several feet from the door, having used a burst of strength to at least pull himself as far away from the last room as possible.
However, he didn't move too far just yet, instead bringing a hand over the sore spot forming over the side of his forehead. Fortunately, the pain was dull, and he had suffered worse wounds, so he knew he'd recover in no time.
Of course, little did he know...