[center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170304/bb4c0cfc577a7452943af0833aa3149e.png[/img] ~ [i]Recovering from the Trial[/i] ~[/center] Shaun, too, like some of his fellow Infnites. merely passed by the newcomers, and ignored utterly Davis's attempts to goad the group into anger and some kind of mutiny. He didn't want to be near anyone. Not Mary, the only person he even remotely knew from before their confinement, nor Bliss, who had been thoroughly kind to him, nor Caora, the person he could somewhat consider friend in the scenario. He, as quickly as he possibly could, exited from the group and made his way along the corridor of the patient's quarters, to the door of his room, where he swiped his handbook, and entered into the bland, generic hospital room decor he had been given. He had barely stopped to think about it since arriving. Thier rooms were supposed to be specialised to their talents, but Shaun's had none of the makings of a room set up for a programmer such as himself. Then again that was to be expected. The Mastermind would have been smart enough not to allow someone like him access to the system, even if it was closed. Davis... Would have been smarter than that... His gaze drifted over to the beside table, upon which sat his "Advanced HTML" book, a penpot with a small variety of writing writing utensils and a dry eraser, and a DVD case. he picked up the case, looking it over, reading the synopsis, and taking in the cover. This was the DVD meant for the Infinite Model, who had since been rotated out of the game... Monokuma had said that there were countless more Killing Games going on beside theirs... Where was the Infinite Model now? Was she okay? Was she afraid? Was she dead? She wasn't the only... She wasn't the only face and name that they would never see again. The boy grit his teeth, clutching the case tightly. How many more did they have to lose..? It hadn't even been a fortnight, and already three people were dead, four had been shuffled out to God knew wherever to face whatever fate lay in store, and another had left of his own volition... As he thought, he realised what that sounded like; left of his own volition made it sound like Davis had taken his own life. That outcome Shaun would have been exponentially more greatful for... He shook his head, placing the DVD back onto the cabinet. He couldn't let himself think like that. Davis... Was a cruel man, but he must have had some reason to do what he did. Or, maybe he didn't. Maybe he just wanted to watch people kill each other. Shaun hadn't the knowledge, the deductive skills, nor the energy, to tell. First the Body Announcement had sounded, then everyone had searched for clues regarding the killer of Mondatta, then they were all forced to participate in the damnable Court, and to finish it off they had to watch as one of their own was executed... Everyone, without exception, must have been exhausted... Shaun was. So he sat down on his hospital bed, rubbed his eyes, and stifled a yawn. He was done with this day. Laying back, he felt his head touch the pillow, and his mind go quiet, and the warm arms of sleep embaraced him. [center][i]~[/i][/center] Shaun stood in the darkness of Axis Mundi, surrounded by the now familiar scenery of the patient's quarters. He was in the corridor, the intersection that led to the hospital, the patient's rooms, the Break Room, and the elevators. The lights had been dimmed considerably, rendering the already ominous surroundings all the more so. In front of him stood a man. He wore somewhat fancy clothes, though in the darkness they were barely distinguishable, and had his back turned. For some reason, Shaun couldn't help but feel scared. His breathing picked up, reflecting his anxiety, and at that the man finally recognised that he was not alone. He turned slowly, and dramatically, until he faced straight on to the Infinite Web Designer. In the dark light his face couldn't be made out, but the one thing that was visible were his eyes. Wild eyes, burning gold, illuminated almost, in constrast to the inky shadow that filled the rest of the environment. He clutched something tightly in his hand; a tool of some kind, with a long point extending from the handle his palm enveloped. Then the smell hit him. The air was filled with a thick, ungodly, metallic stench, which penetrated his nostrils, and worked its way deep into his lungs, and the rest of his body, like tentacles of some eldritch abhorence. Shaun gagged, reeling back slightly from the stink as he tried to stop himself from throwing up. As first, he tried rationalising it. Maybe someone had left the door to the dump open, and the air conditioning had been turned up. But as he took a step back, recoiling from the dense, overbearing blanket of miasms, his foot landed in something which splashed outwards, onto the floor and onto the back of his trousers. He looked back, but for a second didn't recognise what he was seeing. Quickly though, his mind figured out what it was. It was a body. A corpse. Spread out from under it was a pool of blood, which had soaked into their clothes and dyed it crimson. They were lying on their front, but at that distance it was easy to tell who exactly was dead in front of him. Only one person in the group wore clothes so old fashioned. The person who had been the kindest to him out of everyone. There was no mistaking it. It was Bliss. His eyes widened in shock and terror, and he staggered backwards, towards the only other person he had seen. Shaun turned to face him. He went to speak, or shout, or scream, or [i]something[/i], but nothing came out save silence. As he soundlessly screamed, the lights of the quarters lit up. And Shaun stood, frozen, feeling the blood drain from his face and the energy from his body. He dropped to his knees in disbelief and complete fear, barely recognising what he was seeing. The floor was an expanse of white and crimson, littered with the corpses of everyone from the game. Cyrus, Krista, Calvin, Caora, Mary... Everyone. They were all dead. And stood in the middle of the sea of bodies was the one man Shaun thought he would never have to see again. Not in person. His clothes were soaked through with blood, and his face was spattered in the life essense of a dozen victims. His expression was blank save his burning eyes, but his mouth seemed to have the beginning telltale signs of an oncoming smile, or at least a smirk. In his hand, painted a similar crimson to the floor of the hospital, was a knife. It was Davis. [center][i]~[/i][/center] The boy awoke with a start, forced bolt upright by the sight of his previous nights rest. In his head, he could hear the morning announcement, but he didn't register the screen. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead as he idly looked around, slowly coming to his senses as he remembered where has was. He reached up and wiped the sleep from his eyes, taking a second to steady himself before sliding out of bed. He stumbled, still waking up, but eventually walked his way to the bathroom, and to the shower. Shaun didn't exactly want a shower, per se, but... He had to clean himself up, and wake up completely, before he left. The water was warm, but as he sat in the shower basin he grew cold. Remembering his dream brought on a cold shiver, to which he promptly turned up the heat of the shower, until the water stung his skin as it fell onto his naked form, knees raised so that he could bury his face into them. Even though there was no one around he wanted to encapsulate himself, to seclude himself. A part of him just wanted to remain in his room for the rest of the time, but that would amount to nothing. But, the only other place he could really want to go to was the Aladin's Palace, since it would be peaceful. Though he doubted he could bring himself to go there... Shaun didn't spend long in the shower. He quickly grew tired of it, and so he exited the thing, and quickly dried himself off. He picked up his clothes from yesterday, and all the other days, and threw them on haphazardly. After all, he had been brought to Axis Mundi because of an accident, and had no real family members to speak of. He had no changes of clothes with him, and so had been relying on cleaning them every one in a while since arriving. He opened the bedside cabinet, and his eyes fell upon the makeup bag Bliss had given him. At that, Shaun's eyes sunk. Doing his best to ignore it, he pulled the jumper and scarf from underneath it, and threw them on too. He had taken them off before, heeding Bliss's advice about people wanting to see him without being so covered up... But right now, he just wanted to be enclosed, wrapped up... Warm. From there he opened the door to his room, and stepped out into the corridor, taking a breath as he did so. Cautiously, he looked to see if there was anyone around. Everbody would be waking up by now. He didn't really want to go to the Break Room; there would be too many people. Not to mention, Bliss would be there, and she would tell him off if she saw him wearing his jumper and scarf again after having gone almost a week without it on. So, quickly, he turned to the right, and started making his way to the Resort, and the Study.