Night 53: Outside the Institute: Ruins
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The combination of experience and walking in silence even for a couple of moments, without the distraction of conversation, heightened Lunge's senses; he was able to pick out the angles of the ruins up ahead sooner than he had before, in spite of the fog.
Everything was as it had been during their last visit, just as battered and weatherworn and littered with debris. He hadn't memorised the area- there wasn't much of a point- but if he had, he wouldn't have been surprised if he found that everything was precisely the same, down to the last brick. A third viewing had worn most of the shock value off, but even so it was difficult to ignore the sense of melancholy every inch of the place seemed to breathe.
As for a more literal breathing the area seemed clear enough, though it was impossible to say for certain now that there were so many more hiding places available to whatever seasoned predator happened to be in the area.
Lunge lowered his flashlight. "There's little point in looking at the church again. Where should we start? Over there?" He gestured to the nearest shadow of a building to their left- between what he could barely make out through the remains of the nearest window with his flashlight and the scratched, battered old signage on the outside, it looked like some sort of a store.
The combination of experience and walking in silence even for a couple of moments, without the distraction of conversation, heightened Lunge's senses; he was able to pick out the angles of the ruins up ahead sooner than he had before, in spite of the fog.
Everything was as it had been during their last visit, just as battered and weatherworn and littered with debris. He hadn't memorised the area- there wasn't much of a point- but if he had, he wouldn't have been surprised if he found that everything was precisely the same, down to the last brick. A third viewing had worn most of the shock value off, but even so it was difficult to ignore the sense of melancholy every inch of the place seemed to breathe.
As for a more literal breathing the area seemed clear enough, though it was impossible to say for certain now that there were so many more hiding places available to whatever seasoned predator happened to be in the area.
Lunge lowered his flashlight. "There's little point in looking at the church again. Where should we start? Over there?" He gestured to the nearest shadow of a building to their left- between what he could barely make out through the remains of the nearest window with his flashlight and the scratched, battered old signage on the outside, it looked like some sort of a store.