Lein Reznoph
Lein watched as the little girl seemed to collapse at his words, sobbing about something out to get her and begging him not to leave her. It unnerved him- Reminded him too much of scared rabbits. He was an old dog, and he'd hunted rabbits long enough to know when one was, metaphorically, off their marbles.
And then, at the edge of hearing despite never passing his ears, he thought he could hear the sound of ragged, monstrous breathing. But he didn't want to think about that.
The hell's down here? Is there some kind of boogeyman in these halls?
He reached down and took the baton, frowning at the sparking light it gave off. It's damaged, I bet. Only good as a flashlight now, probably. Better than nothing, he supposed.
"I don't like the dark any more than you do, kid," he said, "And I owe you for the baton. I won't leave you behind if you can keep up." The soldier fell silent, not usually one to speak for long. Armory's... Damn, where is it? He looked up and down the corridor- His fall had blocked the path behind, as the collapsing floor had broken up. No way of getting through that. Upwards, save for the occasional flickering light, it was dark. The silence only occasionally broke with a clatter, scream or shot.
I could try to pull the debris aside, but anything could catch us then... Reznoph tried to call to mind a map of the cellblock level- You could get to the armory via the medical labs, right?
He strongly suspected the girl wouldn't like that, then reminded himself that he didn't care. As far as Reznoph was concerned, she was little more than an inefficient meat shield; Or, worse, a magnet for these monsters. But the part of him that still called itself Lein wasn't so sure.
He started down the hall, baton held up to illuminate the way, walking fast but, unconsciously, making sure the girl kept up.