Nightshift 24: Patient Possessions Room
Jack stopped in front of the door of the room that he'd been interested in. It was locked, but on close examination, it looked like he could break it. He signaled to Gin, then counted down from three, holding up his fingers.
At zero, he kicked the door in, immediately going into a crouch, flashlight up, skillet at the ready.
When nothing immediately leaped from the room and tried to suck out his eyeballs, he crept forward. It'd sounded like a fight in there, the previous night. He wasn't going to assume it would be any different tonight.
The beam of his flashlight, playing across the walls, revealed shelves filled with cardboard boxes, each neatly labeled with a number.
Interesting.
At zero, he kicked the door in, immediately going into a crouch, flashlight up, skillet at the ready.
When nothing immediately leaped from the room and tried to suck out his eyeballs, he crept forward. It'd sounded like a fight in there, the previous night. He wasn't going to assume it would be any different tonight.
The beam of his flashlight, playing across the walls, revealed shelves filled with cardboard boxes, each neatly labeled with a number.
Interesting.