#middlenurses

Her handgun trembles almost violently in her grasp as her other hand tries to keep the flashlight steady. She peers into the darkness, trying to make out WHAT the shadows are that's causing her FLINCH every other second. What Grace fears to be monsters are merely pieces of torn up furniture and her imagination. A shaky breath escapes past her lips as she slowly lowers her guns.

❝Snap out of it . . . There's no more of those . . . THINGS here.❞

The FBI Agent tries comforting herself, trying to claim that the undead is FAR behind her. Now that she can take a breath without wheezing, a slight grin forms. She's about to take a confident step forward until her light shines on an actual person. A horrified yelp sounds from the young woman as she immediately draws her weapon. She aims it right at the other's chest as she attempts to stand her ground.

Thirteen was growing to be an expert at this new 'fixer' thing. Grade 3 was only a few stops from the top, and the elf's eyes sparkled with glee as they looked over their new paystub. It had been so much fun! This world was utterly insane and the office they had joined was full of all sorts of weird characters. People from all weird walks of life, some who had crumpled mentally in only the few short months they'd been here.

As they were debating on what to buy with their pay, their gaze fell upon the man. Large, imposing and covered in tattoos, a distinct purple and gold colour scheme...

"Just let me have. the fucking. star."

Was this his punishment for his foolishness? Did gods really exist? There is no perceivable way he could logically string together an explanation for the existence of this man and his persistence to be as troublesome as he could, as anything other than divine intervention. He was getting sick of having to wake up at ungodly hours because someone couldn't be a good little boy and stay put. Wesker should have killed him the first time he broke out questions often why he let the wretched thing live. Especially now.

It was said in jest — a joke; he hadn't meant it, and yet here he was, sitting in the same room, on the same couch... playing a stupid party game. He was having fun to start with, but since the game has gone on — why did he agree to 50 turns? — he has found that, not only is he horrendously terrible at playing the game, Matthias was terribly horrendous at exploiting it. Albert just wanted the game to end, but his ego could not handle the goading and insisted they play till the last. It may be turn 37, but he could get really lucky and make a huge comeback.

Right?

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His whole world had just been flipped upside down and then rightside up again as he tumbles to the earth with a garbled yelp. Dazed, Franco scrambles to his hands and knees, holding his head in one hand as it ringed with a brain-aching tune. His vision wouldn't stop spinning no matter how hard he shut his eyes and by the time it does, he realizes the stranger is now looming over him with a terrifying grin. Franco would be afraid if he had the ability to think about more than the pain he was currently experiencing.