Davis. Fucking. Gallo. ‘Conquest.’ The moment he entered the room, Calvin felt a sort of burning sensation deep within himself. As he walked around and “endeared” himself to the other patients, Calvin turned away and pumped his arms in the air as if trying to punch some invisible being.

He didn’t have anything to say, though, and as he building up some bitter retort, Rika walked out of the break room with a  tray of food balanced on her head, playing another cassette tape and following the parade that accompanied Ice’s unconscious body. It seemed like no one was going to accompany him to the ER, which was for the best, considering what he hoped to do.

Conquest spoke up again, taking leave with Quinn. Calvin was ready to say adios for what he hoped would be a long time, but Gallo spoke up.“I don't think I'll be long. If you head over to the ER, I'll meet you there as soon as I'm done with my own search.”

Nightmare. Calvin felt like screaming, but remembered that he was trying to be discrete. “Sounds good. I’ll see ya.” Calvin offered a half-hearted thumbs-up, and looked around the room. “I’m off then. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.” What started off as a smile quickly turned sour. The joke didn’t feel good.


Calvin walked down the halls towards the ER, taking care to avoid people as best as he could. To call it sneaking would be a gross injustice to any person with a modicum of stealth, but he was doing the best he could to avoid any unnecessary confrontation. He stopped in front of a door, and looked at the sign plastered on it. “KEEP OUT SICKIES”. Calvin coughed out of spite, and pulled out Alexandria’s e-handbook, swiping it across the lock. A pleasant click accompanied it, and he immediately opened the door and stepped inside.

The crematorium was warm in a terrible, claustrophobic way. There were several retorts placed into the walls, and though they were currently not on, the heat in the room indicated that they were likely functional. Calvin took stock of the room, nervous he might find a corpse or something far more sinister, but instead found a gaudy bed. It was the sort with a canopy on it, and it was covered in glitter and pink stickers. Nothing like his sister’s, who had always complained that she wanted a bunk-bed. Something about the thought gave him pause. Sister.

“Aww, shit.” He muttered, taking a look around the room to make sure no one was inside the crematorium with him. The e-handbook had been Alexandria’s which meant that this had to her room. He suddenly wanted out of the room, but after further inspection and assurance Alexandria was not there, he knew he needed to look further. Hopefully, he could wrap it up, then never return. 

He went over to one of the crematory chambers and searched for a switch of some sort, and found what appeared to be a dial. He turned it slightly, and flames spewed out form several openings. 

He decided to inspect the bed one more time, to assure himself that there was nothing he missed. He didn’t find anything of note on the bed, but to its side was an odd looking lump of metal. Calvin went closer, and noticed with alacrity that his name was carved into it. 

“IBBS <3” It read, and Calvin realized it was some sort of anvil. It was crude, but usable. 

A thought crossed Calvin’s mind. His heart raced. He turned back to the crematoriums, running to inspect them. Inside each chamber was a rack of sorts, that could be slid in and out of the chamber for easy burning. It wasn’t perfect, but with a few alterations, it could function as a forge. Calvin felt faint, and almost absent-mindedly, turned up the flames. Things were suddenly looking up.

After what felt like seconds but was probably a few minutes, Calvin stepped out of the crematorium. He walked across to the ER, but didn’t quite feel ready to enter. He was breathing heavily, and tried to calm down as best as he could.

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