Night 51: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor
[from here]The hallway was dark and, as far as Soma could tell, utterly devoid of life. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the lack of lighting, waited for her breathing to steady, her pulse to normalize. The voice in her mind had, for the moment, faded to a quiet whisper. Perhaps Marie had realized just how much she was affecting her host
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Well, she definitely found what she was looking for. There was someone there, all right, but this was in no way the crawl space she'd been looking at. Face reddened and blotchy from the crying, she reached up to rub her palms over her cheeks and get rid of some of the tears as she tried to find some way to rationalize what the hell had just happened.
She was still in Landel's. Landel's was still in one piece. Slowly, she stumbled further into the hallway, bracing one hand on the cold wall, pulse slowing as she tried to work through her anxiety. Did this mean they weren't dead? A look to her right told her Peter had come through the door with her, but --
That wasn't possible, he'd just …
"Peter?" Her voice was weak, scratchy. Terrified. She'd seen him blow up, there was no way. She'd felt the flesh being torn from her body. Burned and charred and forcibly decayed down into her very bones. There was no way he was standing there before her now, same as he had after the explosion above Kirby Plaza, like ( ... )
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