The whole ordeal with Madam Myrah Wells' acknowledgment had taken a large chunk of time from Ith Lazarus' schedule, but upon arrival back to Amber Hill, the night still had a few remaining hours. The ride back was entirely silent, but that is to be expected when dealing with such clinical individuals. The grim sight of Amber Hill grew over the starlit horizon until its massive stone walls filled their view.
Home sweet home.
Harold parked the car at the front entrance, and allowed the two doctors to exit the vehicle before driving away to park. Lazarus looked to Myrah and motioned toward the front doors. "I will be spending tonight and the next couple of nights examining the toxin that exterminated so many of us during the Lost Nights. I do believe that is why you came to Sacramento. If you'd like to join me, follow."
Without so much as another word the Warden walks into his prison. While walking deeper into his home, he takes out his pager and sends a message to his other ghoul, Dr. Charles Wilson, and tells him to report to the Autopsy Room; the message would no doubt be waking the poor man up far earlier than his day shift would ever require him to.
The moans and screams of the tormented souls behind the locked doors only seemed to intensify as Lazarus walked through the halls. Soon he came to the basement level, his level, and walked to his surgical room to prepare for the research to come.
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