"I know isn't it amazing!" Shay said, voice bouncing off the walls as she slid down the stairs on the railing. The metal broke toward the end and she landed face first on the next landing.
Shay pushed herself up and dusted off her clothes. "So, this was one of the places that was broken during this huge tsunami a few months ago. Before you got here. Took awhile for all the damage to be fixed." She looked around pointedly. "Almost all the damage to be fixed. I wonder if we'll find any squatters or creepy spirits like in a horror game."
Shay took out her phone and turned on her flashlight app to help the visibility.
"And, hey, this doesn't look like a full hospital. More likely a nursing home... or clinic.... Wait, not a clinic. Maybe -- a vet? No, there is definitely normal bedrooms around here."
Shay peeked into one such room. All bare with a simple bed and dresser. Granted, most of that was destroyed but it told of a time before the destruction.
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"Ah don't wanna send ye 'ome with bruises or scrapes." Truth be told? Fitz was spooked as all hell down here. He hadn't been the superstitious type back home, but coming to the island and learning that there are, in fact, things that go bump in the night?
He slipped a hand into his pocket and slid his fingers into the knuckle duster he had there. Give him a bit of security, however false it might be.
"Just stick close, aye? Ah know yer packin', but Ah still feel better no' 'avin' ye wander off."
Fitz poked his head into the room Shay was looking into. Definitely a clinic of some kind. Maybe for addiction? Or a mental facility. That last one was a spooky thought. What with all the movies about that sort of thing.
Shay laughed at how protective Fitz was being. "Fine. All right. I'll stick close," she promised keeping close enough that he could feel the heat of her body at his side. "I wonder if anyone left anything here. If it's one of those detox places, there should be a room where they keep all the personal items."
There was a foul smell the further in they went. Shay knew that scent by instinct. Old death. A corpse left behind and bloated with water. Someone must have tried to hide out in the building, maybe get to the top, when the tsunami hit.
Shay flinched, recalling how she'd had to climb a building to safety.
"Don't worry," she told Derry reflexively as she searched. The body was wrapped around one of the lower staircase railings. Struck hard by water and caught. He'd died of a hit to the head or drowning. Shay wasn't sure which. Not a pretty sight, but not the worst Shay had ever seen.
She sighed and reached out to lay her hand on the cadaver's forehead.
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He pulled out a small rosary and did his hail Marys. Habit, nothing more. Stepping closer, Fitz shined the light on the body. "Poor bastard..."
He watched Shay though as she put her hand on the corpse's forehead. Not something he would have done, but okay. She was part reaper, after all. Not like death probably bothered her as much.
Shay closed her eyes and honed in on this man. Tried to feel for any magic. it was distant, but she felt his spirit. Was that the one she'd had watching her? Shay wasn't normally sure how to send the deceased off.
With a sigh, she stood and wiped her hand on her pants by reflex. "Let's find that room," she smiled, trying to cut through some of the tension.
As it was, the room was barred behind a heavy lock beyond a door that could be entered behind the main desk. It would have been a sterile white hallway, except for the debris and water damage.
Once at the door, Shay inspected the lock. "Think you can pick it?"
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At the door, he quirked an eyebrow at Shay.
"Can Ah pick it? Who d'ye take me fer lass? Some common street criminal?"
He knelt down and pulled out a small set of lock picks, biting down on the flashlight so he could see what he was doing.
It took a few minutes, but Fitz was able to make the rusty tumblers move.
Still stuck, Fitz shoulder checked the door to force it open, giving the pair access to the room beyond. "After ye, miss Rosales."
Shay helped Fitz by shining the light of her phone on the locks and standing at his back. With her free hand, she played with the rim of his hat. When the door opened, squeaky and looking ready to fall off the hinges, Shay cheered and slipped past Fitz into the room.
It was what one might expect. A series of shelves and boxes with labeled names. Inside was the items people had brought with them to the detox center. Clothing, cigarettes, phones. It was lucky each item was locked in an airtight packaging that had kept most free from water damage.
Shay grabbed the first box she could see and searched the wallet inside the bag to find a family picture of license.
"Can see a person's entire life by looking at their wallet," she told him with a wink.