First.

[trustharder]

Friday dawns much like the rest of the week before it – that is to say, obnoxiously. The klaxons are as loud as ever first thing in the morning, and anyone wandering out into the main corridor will be pleased to know that- ...Oh. It's a straight shot down the hallway, meaning that everyone's line of sight is likely to be immediately drawn to the unholy mess going on past the threshold leading to the dorms. There's some hints that someone may have been busy out here last night – for one thing, there's a chair lying on the ground for god only knows what reason. That's obviously not supposed to be there. Come on, guys, clean up after yourselves. Of course, there's also a fucklot of blood. That's probably important. It seems concentrated on the far end of the hallway, closer to the elevator than the dorms. There's also a large trail of it leading somewhere. That's probably also important. Despite everyone's best efforts to keep themselves busy and optimistic about escape, looks like somebody got restless last night. >Explore?

Comments

[happysweets]

O-okay...I'll head right in there and lock the door.

But you have to come back and knock when it's safe, okay?

[wokeupdead]

Will do. I promise. It's not in my nature to leave any stone unturned.

[happysweets]

I just hope it's just...an accident or something, but...

[ Something like this, she's seen it before. She knows what it is. It's a murder. ]

[wokeupdead]

Same here.

[Except, you know, there's all the blood.]