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trusthell2016-04-22 12:06 pm
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-04-22 12:06 pm
Eighth.
| Seven in the morning comes and goes as it always does – namely, loudly and a little obnoxiously, given the usual blaring of the klaxons. Today marks almost a full eight weeks since the Survivors awakened in the Vault; more than enough time for people to get used to how things tend to work around here on Fridays, and yet not so long that there isn't any hope that maybe (maybe) this Friday will be better. The first-floor corridor is generally quiet, in that it's free of blood; however, there are some scattered books in the hallway, near the library. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it isn't. It might be good to make sure, though, right? >Explore? |
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[Stan stops up short in the doorway, gripping at the frame. He doesn't have to get any closer to see what's happened. After this week, the lack of incentive, he'd almost dared to hope...and now Gabriel is dead. There's no one left who wouldn't hurt to lose, but this hurts bad.]