Night 47: East Wing, Hall 2-A

[vitale]

( from here. )

Bella trailed her hand against the wall and down the hallway, mentally counting the number of doors as she passed them. She didn't want go miss the door and go into the wrong one and waste even more time. She was going to be in enough trouble as it was.

One, two, three ... four, her hand lingered on the fourth door, and she lifted

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[vitale]

( huzzah. )

Exiting the storage room with her newly acquired medical kit in hand, Bella wasted no time in speed walking down the darkened hallway. She could hear faint echoes of others somewhere down the hall, and she wasn't in the mood to see exactly what they were fighting in fear that said thing would turn after her as well.

Especially since she was without a weapon.

[vitale]

( yup. )