Restroom

(from here)

Saoirse entered the room, sweeping the Beretta from left to right, scanning the area quickly for any obvious enemies. The first thought that came to mind thanks to Jack was that she'd run into a giant, hairy spider with eight legs, dripping fangs, legs spread from wall to wall with the main body the size of a German Shepherd! Thankfully, the room was quiet and empty. Rust and what she could only assume was soap scum or bat feces ran down the pale green and white backsplash tiles while a darker substance ran down the concrete walls above it. A cracked mirror hung above the only rusted, porcelain sink; looking almost as if it was stained with blood... for all she knew, it was.

Creepsville, USA... this place looks, heh, 'shitty' and that's an understatement! She thought as she didn't see any obvious threats other than ebola, AIDS, tetanus, and God knows what else parasite wise may be festering in this God awful disused bathroom! The only 'supernatural' threat were probably ghosts, but at this point ghosts and exorcist bullshit was the least of her concern.

She took out her flashlight, swooping it into the dark corners before letting the door close behind her. In front of her were a set of closed stalls, to the right was the aforementioned sink while the bathroom stretched out further to her left. She didn't see anything undead or monstrous around so she decided to it was safe to clean up. She'd check the stalls... but the thought of a creeper zombie squatting down or some mummified Water Management guy still sitting on the shitter- no she didn't want to evoke such possibilities here. You're a big girl Sersh, just wash yourself off and get over it! You're scaring the bejesus out of yourself... the redhead thought, and began to work her pathetic baby steps towards the sink.

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Glubglubglub...

The sound of the water spilling out from the sink head was as concerning as its rusty red coloration before it became a steady stream and a constant flow of clear water. She was hesitant to use the water, given what Dr. Greg had said, but given what he also said about her being immune... Could be mad talk there, for all I know... but still, where does the madness end and the truth begin? So far he was right about the monsters, the creature's we've seen so far... how much of it, if any of it can be a lie? How much of it should I trust? The man was clearly off his rocker, and a few cokes short of a happy meal, but... again, in a Mad world only the Mad are sane... She reiterated Akira Kurosawa's quote on madness, and sighed, beginning to wipe herself off with her hands.

The 'questionable slime' projected upon her was surprisingly easy to wash away and clean off her body and clothing. Her sweaty top no longer had that 'cumstain' look to it, and she was grateful for that. Much of the slugs' slime had pooled in her purple satin bra, which was very... gross when she pulled it back and it dribbled out like corn syrup... A quick removal and wash was what she needed; after she snapped her bra's black lace straps back onto her shoulders and pulled her crop top back down over her jigglypuffs, she looked at the bloodied bandage wrapped around her left forearm. I wonder how bad it looks... even if bites are the cause of the spread of infection, as well as other means if Dr. Muller is to be believed, the fact the human mouth has so much bad bacteria concerns me... Saoirse pondered, and was beginning to peel the bandage off when she caught something behind her through the cracked mirror. It was barely noticeable at first, given how dark it was but the wood grain and somewhat shiny sheen of the stock caught her attention as the shape seemed awfully familiar...

The woman swiftly turned to face the object, ponytail swaying behind her as she narrowed her siren-esque green gaze upon the object with the aid of her flashlight. The bright glow of the sporting good's maglite fell across the familiar 'shotgun' like shape. A large bore and single barrel design, however... this grenade launcher was stubbier without the addition of a stock:



Saoirse gulped, and approached the fallen object. She noticed it was laying close to a pool of what looked like ancient rust... but she knew better. "Dried blood." She commented, kneeling down and carefully grabbing the cool, dusty weapon off the gross tiled floor. A lot lighter than the other one... still, concerns me that the availability of grenade launchers are apparently higher in this area... Sersh though as she held it up, finger away from the trigger as humanly possible as she followed the instruction she had observed from Jack earlier. Pushing the lever atop the gun to the side before breaking the barrel down.

Saoirse could see clean through the rifled barrel's interior from the breach down to the muzzle, like holding a cardboard tube up to your eye. The gun was empty. "Phew..." sighed the redhead, snapping the barrel back up. She was relieved she'd not be potentially blowing herself up today with a potentially high explosive given she had no room for the thing on her person and couldn't see any sort of shoulder strap to wear it over her shoulder unlike her shotgun or guitar case. Speaking of...

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip...!

Sersh slid the new find into the vinyl case, zipping it back up after she also noticed a can of First Aid Spray in one corner of the room. It still had some heft, and a small test spray confirmed the spray head worked. May as well. She thought, storing it away with the grenade gun before zipping up and whipping the bag over her shoulder, feeling it smack her back when she stood up. "Okay, I think we're done here now. Face, neck, bewbs and clothes are cleaned, new weapon and another first aid spray found. Excellent." She smirked. With everything done and said, Sersh returned to the door to rejoin Jack in the adjacent room.

(back to here lol)