(Performing timeskip. Feel free to describe how you pass the night.)
The Lieutenant continues questioning people until they either go to sleep or otherwise stop talking with him, then directs his soldiers in setting up camp. Each apparently has a very compact bedroll on their belts, and they clear the corpses to one corner before setting up in the BoI room and around the doorways of the adjoining rooms, sleeping in shifts.
HugoLuman sleeps like a rock at first, dreamlessly, but his rest grows more fitful as the night goes on. He is half-woken by the curse changing modes a few times throughout the night, nearly alarming the marines the first time. Though not fully waking him, they were painful, and accompanied by disconcerting dreams. He finds himself walking through the gate into the yard of his family's home, preparing to unlock the door, but their two dogs recoil before him. Suddenly, he loses control of his own limbs, and they turn him around towards the garage, where he takes the hatchet from its place and heads inside, screaming at himself to stop.
Next, he finds himself climbing a thousand-foot cliff, nearing the top, but as he reaches for an indistinct figure waiting to pull him up, he sees below him, and is instantly paralyzed with fear. The cliff turns to sand around his handholds and footholds, and he plummets into the forest below. When he hits the ground, he feels no pain. Strewn all across the floor around him are skeletons, skeletons wearing his coat. He tries to push himself up to see, but he has no muscles or skin...
HugoLuman awakes with a splitting headache and an aching back. Crap. Must not have gotten enough water to drink again... The ceiling swims blearily into focus before his eyes. Where was he again? The ceiling seemed higher than it ought to if he was on the bed in his dorm or the couch, but perhaps he'd fallen to the floor. As it became clearer, though, he realized it wasn't any ceiling he'd remembered waking up to. Rubbing his eyes, he rolls over to see the wall.... oh crap. That's right. He remembered now.
Using the tiny jolt of adrenaline that this memory gave him, he summoned the energy to sit up. He seemed to be slightly chilly; on further investigation, it seemed he'd taken off his coat at some point and balled it up to use as a pillow. He unfolds it and begins putting it on, taking a moment to look at the nasty scar on his right forearm.