Day 56: ????? (morning)
[from here]
It was a boarded-up building, in substantial disrepair. Each of the windows was covered, with the usual X. It wouldn't be difficult to get inside, but doing so from the street side would make them conspicuous.
More conspicuous. The only people over this way appeared to be fellow patients, but they were only a block off the main strip.
"The town is like the Institute, where damage is concerned. Everything ruined at night is cleaned up in the morning, though there was some graffiti last week. The townsfolk blamed the patients, who hadn't been here en masse since the townsfolk turned into zombies and tried to eat everyone, or so I'm told." She squatted down and peered behind a board that had warped a little. Nothing but inky blackness.
"I guess someone could have done it at night if they had the good luck to make it there, but it seems far-fetched." More likely local kids, with a convenient scapegoat. Or the not-so-young. She didn't bother trying to explain how someone might make it down here at night; there was only so many things Badd needed to learn all at once.
"So if that's the case, what happened here?" She was thinking out loud; Badd could have connected the dots without her saying it, but sometimes it helped to put the pieces together explicitly.
It was a boarded-up building, in substantial disrepair. Each of the windows was covered, with the usual X. It wouldn't be difficult to get inside, but doing so from the street side would make them conspicuous.
More conspicuous. The only people over this way appeared to be fellow patients, but they were only a block off the main strip.
"The town is like the Institute, where damage is concerned. Everything ruined at night is cleaned up in the morning, though there was some graffiti last week. The townsfolk blamed the patients, who hadn't been here en masse since the townsfolk turned into zombies and tried to eat everyone, or so I'm told." She squatted down and peered behind a board that had warped a little. Nothing but inky blackness.
"I guess someone could have done it at night if they had the good luck to make it there, but it seems far-fetched." More likely local kids, with a convenient scapegoat. Or the not-so-young. She didn't bother trying to explain how someone might make it down here at night; there was only so many things Badd needed to learn all at once.
"So if that's the case, what happened here?" She was thinking out loud; Badd could have connected the dots without her saying it, but sometimes it helped to put the pieces together explicitly.