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An eerily still hallway greeted them like an old friend as the duo concentrated on their task. Meandering down their pathway, they came across a trio of zombies, taking them by surprise. Leon and Kelly wasted more bullets than necessary due to dim lighting. It was unhelpful and frustrating. Leon saw a fuse box with a missing component. So naturally, the electrical part he found fit like a glove. While they waited for the shutter door to roll up, Kelly took notice of someone's lower torso lying before it. The poor person, whoever they were, feasted upon like a Thanksgiving dinner to the walking corpses.
The door granted them entrance, only to, once again, find themselves shoving their way through more zombies. A bony hand grabbed Kelly's ankle, fingers digging into her skin that would leave a bruise later on. Exasperated, she went to shake it off her, only to discover the upper half of the person's body. It was Elliot. He was the officer she communicated with hours ago. He was now a graying, snarling flesheater among the rest.
As painful as it was, Kelly kicked the dead man off her, drawing blood from its face. Leon pulled her through the Watchman's Room, Kelly in a daze. She had a small feeling in her gut earlier that he was dead, but it was tough seeing him like that in person. Not Elliot, she thought. Not Elliot. Like Marvin, she was going to make it through this for him.
Brief chills covered her body when crossing the fire escape to get to the upper level where the blazing helicopter sat untouched; the fire alarm still going. If they don't find a way to put out the fire soon, then the whole R.P.D. could burn to the ground. With the weather outside, it could slow down the process at least. They passed the Art Room, catching Kelly's attention.
"Hey, did we ever look in here?" She asked.
"No, I don't think so," Leon answered.
Kelly twisted the knob, noticing diamond-tiled floor separating wood on the East side, wooden crates, boxes, cloth draped over artifacts, stone statues and busts, and porcelain vases on the shelves. A particular marble figure of a gracious king holding a scepter stood untouched at the far end of the room, to which they examined. Looking at it closely, there seemed to be a missing hand from this sculpted piece, which laid on a little chestnut table; palm facing up. It hadn't appeared to be broken off, as there were no chips indicating that alternative. Leon naturally fit it in the robe to the king, yet nothing happened.
"Okay... maybe there's no puzzle to this one," Leon stated, carefully pulling it off.
"Hold that thought for a second." Kelly dug through her pouches, scavenging for any material to their current problem. "I might have something that could... Bingo."
