[From
here.]
With his blood-stained axe and bright flashlight in hand, the Replica kept a determined pace down the narrow hall that housed rooms for the staff. He began testing the first doors he encountered, but so far they were stubbornly locked. He couldn't risk taking out his axe and making a big racket trying to barge his way through again. He would have to leave that as a last resort.
As he moved farther down the dark corridor, Sechs could hear the gathering of more voices creeping in from behind. Were they monsters or other fellow patients? What if he wasn't the only one looking for that note right then? Sechs quietly growled under his breath. Dammit, he got here first! With the mood he was in then, he wasn't going to be all gentlemen-like and let someone snatch anything important from right under his nose! Not without a fight at least!
An intrusive cough suddenly blasted its way out of Sechs' chest. Shit! Someone or something was bound to hear that! Groaning with pain, Sechs smeared away more traces of blood from his mouth and increased his pace towards the final room at the end of the hallway. He couldn't let all his efforts be for nothing tonight!
[For Lunge and et al~]