Chapter 121 - Living Walls and Breathing Halls

Walking through the place, I had my head on a swivel and my legs primed with springs. I wouldn't be caught off guard, and I wouldn't be hurt, I wouldn't allow it. The pain of being hurt didn't match the process of being healed, not in the situation I was in anyway. So, as I walked the hall, I kept my ears perked waiting for directions, and also for signs of life. Whether the life I would find would be artificial or organic would be a debate all on its bloody and gruesome own. It was closer than I realized, and I was heading right for it, though in a twisted way, I'm glad I found it.