Rosemary was absentmindedly poking her plate with a fork and listening to people talk. She tried not to flinch when she heard the others talk about the sound
Welcome to the Ward (CLOSED!!!)
Ale walked up to the group, holding his dressed wound, and scratching it absent-mindedly.
"Are you guys talking about the, the thing?" He asked, softly.
Rosemary risked looking up at the newcomer. Oh, that guy
Looking up, Marco watched as Hayden made his way over to the two who were already at the table. "Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked, casting a brief glance over to Cressdia. "It kind of sounded like someone was rounding up a bunch of people and wheeling them off somewhere. That still doesn't explain all of those pained sounds, though."
Rosemary remembered the dim hallway from the day before. She'd always known something was wrong with this place, beyond the terrible just about everything. Maybe this is the reason
Ale flashed a smile at the girl who stabbed him… He wasn't mad.
Rosemary glared back. Idiots
Looking up, Marco watched as Hayden made his way over to the two who were already at the table. "Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked, casting a brief glance over to Cressdia. "It kind of sounded like someone was rounding up a bunch of people and wheeling them off somewhere. That still doesn't explain all of those pained sounds, though."
"Yeah…" Cressida trails off and looks around the room. "Is anyone who's usually here missing?"
Rosemary looked around the room. Several, in fact. Suddenly she was not so keen to see what happened
Ale walked up, closer to the group.
"Three patients are missing. I dunmo his ndme." He revealed.
Crap. Of course, they might've been let out, but the chance of that is approximately 0
Looking up, Marco watched as Hayden made his way over to the two who were already at the table. "Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked, casting a brief glance over to Cressdia. "It kind of sounded like someone was rounding up a bunch of people and wheeling them off somewhere. That still doesn't explain all of those pained sounds, though."
"Yeah…" Cressida trails off and looks around the room. "Is anyone who's usually here missing?"
"I couldn't sleep after the sounds." He answered "They just sounded so…inhuman."
Rosemary decided to move to their table. Humans are annoying, in general, but this is too interesting to miss out. She waved and gestured to a spot on their bench, a question obvious
Marco cringed at Ale's words, and he suddenly no longer felt like eating. Three in one night? I wonder how many are going to be gone by the end of the week. Snapping back into reality, he said, "I really doubt that they were released."
"Go ahead." He said to the girl. "Has anyone ever been released?" Hayden commented
Rosemary pointed to a bench near where the others are seating, a question in her gesture
(Hayden meant she could sit there by "go ahead")
"Go ahead." He said to the girl. "Has anyone ever been released?" Hayden commented
Rosemary shook her head and sat down her plate
"I probably shouldn't tell you this but… I'm planning to find a way out of here." Ale said.
Rosemary raised an eyebrow. This guy is insane. And stupid
Ale backed off when thry stayed silent, starting to run his hands through his hair.
Almost instantly, Marco's head whipped around and he faced Ale. "What are you talking about?" He asked, a nervous laugh accompanying his words. How crazy do you have to be to do something like that? Marco wondered, his eyes now wide open in disbelief. "I'm not trying to be negative, but I hope you've prepared yourself for what will happen if you fail."
Rosemary made the slit throat sign
Cressida frowned. "Have people tried to escape before? Has it worked?"
Rosemary nodded, then made the slit throat sign again then shrugged. They tried and probably died
Cressida blinked in surprise. "Really? So no-one's ever gotten out?"
Rosemary shrugged
"But I have a plan." Ale said. "You may have noticed small red lines in certain hallways?" He undid his bandage, to reveal his stab wound, freshly open. "I'm figuring the best way out of here… I've got it all plotted out. I just need to do a few extra things!"
(Guys it's like, 1:13 AM where I live, so I'm going to bed. I'll be on tomorrow!)
(Bye)