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This Means War

I took to the opposite side, turning left down a short hallway and opening the first door I saw. Inside, there was already a light on. I stood in the doorway, lingering for a bit before I actually stepped inside. There were no beds, no people, and no machines. Just a few tables and two big glass cabinets with a few things inside. "Better be something good in there." I whispered to myself, walking to the glass cabinets and opening the doors. There wasn't too much inside. It looked like whatever used to be in there was cleaned out and taken somewhere else. All I could find were three small containers filled with aspirin. Next to that was a roll of gauze, cotton balls, and rubbing alcohol. It wasn't much, but it could come in handy. I stuffed everything into my bag and zipped it up, tossing it over my back and exiting the room.

This Means War

I nodded, agreeing with him. "Alright. Just be careful, okay? And even if we can't find Glenda, still grab whatever you can. Pain medicine, gauze, bandages, anything we might need. Especially for you since you're not fully recovered yet." I could tell he wasn't feeling too good. I wasn't either but we had to get our things. "Meet back here in ten minutes?" I asked.

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"Just a few more minutes. Less than five. I think we're really close." I said quietly as I glanced at Sam. We needed to hurry if we didn't want to get caught. Getting caught would only start something too big either of us could handle. "If it's guarded we're goin' to have to find another way in." I whispered as we continued behind a few more buildings until we were close to the infirmary. Once it was in sight, I stopped.

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"Crap." I mumbled. "I forgot about the guards." I walked out as he held the door for me and we continued on down the dirty road. I could see a few guards up ahead, congregating and talking about who knows what.
"Look." I nodded towards the group of guards. "We should go another way so we don't get stopped... Or worse, jailed." I said quietly.

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"Alright," I said with a huff "lead the way Plan Man." I nudged him on the arm before following Sam out the door and down the hall.
"We should get another bag once we get to the Infirmary." I paused. "We're probably going to need a lot of stuff. We don't know how long we're gonna be out there or if any of us will get seriously hurt."

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I nodded, relieved that he agreed with me. I was ready to go to the infirmary, get what we needed, and meet back up with the others. It'd be getting dark in the next hour or two and we needed to get going. The sooner we were out of here, the better.
"Alright, then. Let's get out of here." I shoved the remaining pile of papers into the duffel bag and zipped it closed. "Do you think we have enough stuff?" I stood up and placed my hands on my hips.

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"Well, I mean we should look through it as fast as we can. I don't know. I'm getting nervous. I don't want to get caught. I don't want to be thrown back in that cell. I just want to get out of here." I admitted. I began to search through the papers, taking anything that looked even mildly important. "Where the hell would they keep maps anyway? You think there's a map room somewhere in this building?"

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I walked back over to the chest and crouched down, sliding the key in and twisting it. I heard a small click and the top of the chest creaked open. "Oh my gosh, it worked!" I smiled, opening the chest all the way. Inside were papers, a few guns, and much more we had to search through. "We should grab this stuff and go. We've spent too much time in here."