Nightshift 40: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1
[ From here.]
Scourge ascended the stairs carefully, squinting up into the darkness and wondering for the first time whether he should have brought the flashlight. He'd gathered that most humans didn't see quite as well as he did in the dark but this was a bit much even for him. He kept hold of the handrail with one hand and gripped his frying pan tightly with the other, wary of anything that might decide to leap down from above and do horribly nasty things to his head.
From there, he'd just have to fumble his way to the kitchen.
[ To here.]
Scourge ascended the stairs carefully, squinting up into the darkness and wondering for the first time whether he should have brought the flashlight. He'd gathered that most humans didn't see quite as well as he did in the dark but this was a bit much even for him. He kept hold of the handrail with one hand and gripped his frying pan tightly with the other, wary of anything that might decide to leap down from above and do horribly nasty things to his head.
From there, he'd just have to fumble his way to the kitchen.
[ To here.]