Night 49: Staff Research/Medical Reference Library
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The sound of the rain abruptly muted, no buckets of water dumping on top of him. Sam had no idea where they were (library, his brain filled in after a second's delay), but they must've been tossed back to the institute. Either that or they were somewhere else completely which...he hoped not. It looked like the institute, anyway. The two places were obviously linked closer than he'd assumed.
But the zombie was left behind and Peter hadn't landed into any streets filled with flesh-eating monsters, which was the important part. However that worked. Could it just not go through or had it simply been too slow? Been sent somewhere else? What if he tossed a book out the door right now, would it disappear? Maybe he should test this later.
For now, he wasn't about to open the door yet. Just in case the mere opening of it triggered something.
This wasn't the library the patients used, though. Skimming the spines lined up along the shelves, he realized they were all journals. Medical journals, textbooks. More computers, three total, all currently turned off. So this was for the staff here, then.
There was a single journal open on the table, which was curious. Everything else was so tidy and tucked away. Why was this one out? He wandered over to it. It didn't seem special. In fact, he recognized the title. He'd known enough pre-med students to have spent a good chunk of time dodging their stack of research materials piled up in their rooms to become familiar.
He began thumbing through it, keeping one eye on their surroundings. Libraries weren't the best place to be when you were at risk of getting attacked; it was hard to see anything with all the shelves and the darkness didn't help. But he wanted to take a look at what was here and he had a feeling Peter might, too.
"So does this feel a little bit like home to you or does it just bring back bad memories of last-minute cramming?"
The sound of the rain abruptly muted, no buckets of water dumping on top of him. Sam had no idea where they were (library, his brain filled in after a second's delay), but they must've been tossed back to the institute. Either that or they were somewhere else completely which...he hoped not. It looked like the institute, anyway. The two places were obviously linked closer than he'd assumed.
But the zombie was left behind and Peter hadn't landed into any streets filled with flesh-eating monsters, which was the important part. However that worked. Could it just not go through or had it simply been too slow? Been sent somewhere else? What if he tossed a book out the door right now, would it disappear? Maybe he should test this later.
For now, he wasn't about to open the door yet. Just in case the mere opening of it triggered something.
This wasn't the library the patients used, though. Skimming the spines lined up along the shelves, he realized they were all journals. Medical journals, textbooks. More computers, three total, all currently turned off. So this was for the staff here, then.
There was a single journal open on the table, which was curious. Everything else was so tidy and tucked away. Why was this one out? He wandered over to it. It didn't seem special. In fact, he recognized the title. He'd known enough pre-med students to have spent a good chunk of time dodging their stack of research materials piled up in their rooms to become familiar.
He began thumbing through it, keeping one eye on their surroundings. Libraries weren't the best place to be when you were at risk of getting attacked; it was hard to see anything with all the shelves and the darkness didn't help. But he wanted to take a look at what was here and he had a feeling Peter might, too.
"So does this feel a little bit like home to you or does it just bring back bad memories of last-minute cramming?"