[He seeks out the dead. He has to take up that key do it, for some are still locked away in room. He finds a man alone, already lulled back into staring at nothing. That goes easy enough and he leads him down into what look a multi-purpose room. Time for it to have a purpose again.
He finds a woman in the hall. It unsettles him that she'd wandered even this close, but like the man, he leads her down.
The one after that is entirely unrecognizable as anything but it corpse and that unsettles him in another way, but he takes that hand too. He finds a family where two of the three corpses have already gone still, the sort of scene he really hates. He whispers that he's sorry as he goes.
He checks and he checks until he's sure he's gathered just about all of them. There's one last room, barricaded from the outside. He works to carefully move each piece of furniture. He hears growls, then scraping. He imagines those fingers are worn down to the bone and he remembers quite sharply, the feeling of clawing at a door. It's a wonder his fingers aren't the same.
He should've been minding that memory, or similar memories much more, for then he wouldn't have been surprised when the dead leapt at him, jaws snapping. He lets out a cry, pushing the dead back, and it stops. It almost confused, as if it has the mind to wonder how something that's not food could've freed it. This one's going to be trouble, he thinks. He takes the extra steps to bind its hands and try and cover its mouth as well. Just in case. Down to the room it goes and then all those dead are barricaded in together. It won't hold forever, but it'll hold until tonight, so long as they're quiet.
With that done, he makes his way back up to Ryder's room.]
It's me...
[He hopes she hears his warning before he opens up the door.]
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He finds a woman in the hall. It unsettles him that she'd wandered even this close, but like the man, he leads her down.
The one after that is entirely unrecognizable as anything but it corpse and that unsettles him in another way, but he takes that hand too. He finds a family where two of the three corpses have already gone still, the sort of scene he really hates. He whispers that he's sorry as he goes.
He checks and he checks until he's sure he's gathered just about all of them. There's one last room, barricaded from the outside. He works to carefully move each piece of furniture. He hears growls, then scraping. He imagines those fingers are worn down to the bone and he remembers quite sharply, the feeling of clawing at a door. It's a wonder his fingers aren't the same.
He should've been minding that memory, or similar memories much more, for then he wouldn't have been surprised when the dead leapt at him, jaws snapping. He lets out a cry, pushing the dead back, and it stops. It almost confused, as if it has the mind to wonder how something that's not food could've freed it. This one's going to be trouble, he thinks. He takes the extra steps to bind its hands and try and cover its mouth as well. Just in case. Down to the room it goes and then all those dead are barricaded in together. It won't hold forever, but it'll hold until tonight, so long as they're quiet.
With that done, he makes his way back up to Ryder's room.]
It's me...
[He hopes she hears his warning before he opens up the door.]
Everything... okay...?