Broken Road Who: Sean Tagging Lisa Where: From COD to H deck via elevator When: One O'Clockish
Sean didn't particularly trust the elevators but he knew he'd be of little use climbing those stairs three flights with a deep fuckin' puncture in his leg. He could feel the wet of his blood causing his suitpants to stick to his leg. Every step was a fresh stab of pain. He'd known worse though. Broken femur from football was something he couldn't forget even after twenty four years. Gun shots weren't fun either. Amazingly, the plumbing still worked and he was able to wash his eye out so he could see. He ripped his shirt at the bottom to make a bandage for his head, just so the blood wouldn't continue to impede his vision.
The hallways were surprisingly clear. A few fallen paintings. But then the emergency tesms had gotten through, so they had to clear a path through the worst damaged places. Intellectually knowing it did no good didn't stop him from repeatedly jabbing the elevator's up button. It looked like it was coming down anyway.