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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 29, 2014 19:40:25 GMT -5
Sam walked by the broken zombie, slamming the butt of the shotgun down onto its head, hearing the sick cracking noise it made as it broke the undead hospital worker's skull. She tried to look tough, but after another flight of stairs she threw up, the blood and the carnage around her finally affecting her. After she finally stopped vomiting, she wiped her mouth and kept moving behind Edward, her shotgun trained on the steps behind them.
"I haven't seen anyone I recognize, have you? No one from the station. Maybe they are holed up in the top floor. You might be right. It'll be so good to see them again, and then we can all get out of here. If they evacuated here, we might be able to get a few cars together and make a run for it. I really don't want to stay here if we don't have to."
She saw a few of the undead were trying to follow them up the stairs, but were having a difficult time properly climbing them. Most just seemed to fall back into the others, causing them to fall as well.
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Post by Winters on Nov 29, 2014 20:09:01 GMT -5
"Nobody yet.", he responded, putting a little more emphesis on the 'yet' part of the short phrase. Edward and Sam would no doubt run into somebody they knew. Her father, mother, his employer, somebody. But whether or not they were among the living was another question, one that was going to get answered. Edward looked at Sam, knowing that she wasnt handling the gore very well, and felt a little wrong. They were going to eventually get out of this, and if Sam could make it without seeing too much, or doing too much, maybe she would have a shot at a normal life. But that seemed out of the question at this point. Shelting her was pointless when death was all around her. Only thing Edward could do was support her, and guide her through it.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, Edward stood in front of the door, and faced Sam. "Were stopping here. You need to drink something, get some food into you, before stomach bile starts coming up and causes you more problems. Your not fit for this, its understandable. I threw up for weeks after my first kill, and this isnt much different. You need time to process things, and we dont have time, so all we can do is keep you hydrated to make sure you dont get sick. You know what happens when you get sick."
Edward problem sounded like a nagging father, but he was just doing what he was taught whe he went through the the same thing. The infected on the steps couldnt make it past two levels down, they were fine for a moment. Looking through the glass panel, the fourth floor seemed motionless, which meant they had time to sit and rest. "Five minutes, thats all, then we can keep looking." Much as he didnt want to treat same like a kid, she was still a kid, and didnt know the extent of what she was going through.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 29, 2014 20:45:15 GMT -5
Sam gave him a sour look before she sat down on the steps, placing her shotgun next to her as she took off her backpack. She reached in and found a meal brick and a bottle of water. Unwrapping it, she kept an eye on the large group of zombies that were still comically attempting to climb the stairs after them. She bit into the protein brick, and followed it with a gulp of water. As much as she hated to admit it, Edward was right. She couldn't keep going with an empty stomach, knowing she would more than likely tire out again, and possibly throw up.
"We're gonna find them. I know we will. Want to grab a bite to eat too? Haven't seen you eat yet."
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Post by Winters on Nov 29, 2014 21:26:41 GMT -5
Just to be safe, Edward walkd down the steps, and kicked back the infected, knocking them to the lower level of the hospital, and possibly even killing one. It was important for him to eat, yes, but he declined, coming back up he steps. Something told him he wasnt going to make it the rest of the day, given the bite on his arm, and wanted to make sure Sam had enough food to make it through this. "No, its your, dont worry about me." After a few minutes of catching their breath, he watched Sam zip up the bag.
With nearly zero experince around the virus, other than seeing what it turned people into, Edward had no clue how long he had left, but the bite didnt stop bleeding, and he could feel the blood soaked into his shirt now. It was time, he couldnt hide it anymore, Sam would notice sooner or later that blood dripped from his sleeve. Without warning, he removed his jacket, exposing the bite from earlier, which showed no signs of healing. "I shouldve told you sooner, I know. Just get me a bandage. Im not going to turn yet." At Edward hoped he wouldnt.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 29, 2014 21:38:41 GMT -5
Sam covered her mouth when she saw the wound, her hand moving before she could comprehend what the bite meant. Edward was bit. He was going to become one of them, eventually. But when? How long did they have?
"How? When did you get bit? We've got to get this taken care of."
She wrapped a bandage around it, trying to be gentle with the bite wound. She was hoping the wound would start clotting, then he would be alright. He had to be alright. There was no way she could do this on her own. She needed him to be alright.
"Come on, we can get you somewhere, someone has to be able to take care of this. We can get you taken care of. We just need to find everyone else. We can do this."
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Post by Winters on Nov 29, 2014 21:56:23 GMT -5
Edward kept to himself. The how and when didnt seem seem important. When the bandage was applied, he hoped it would help, and not just be another sleeve. If anything, bloodthinners would do the trick, but not knowing anything about this infection, the bloodthinners might even speed up the process like it did with more common, treatable infections. The irony of being wounded in a hospital with no doctors around was the worst, he didnt know what half of the stuff was used for. Edward studied quite a bit, but field medicine wasnt one of them.
By the way Sam was talking, she had been almost hyperventalating, but it was mostly her mind just racing and trying to solve a problem that was really just out of her control. Edward knew that if she did see her parents, and they were already turned, it would be enough to set her over the edge, lose whatever bit of innocence she had left after everything. But even worse was if he turned, she would be on her own, and might not be able to survive long enough to see a rescue party. If any were even coming.
"Listen to me, calm down. It doesnt matter right now. We just have to keep moving." The longer they stayed stopped now, the quicker Sam would give up hope. If she was still intent on finding help, even where help was too far out of reach, Edward wasnt going to stand in her way. He would push her in the right direction, and help her, help him, for her own well being.
Opening the door, Edward pulled out his pistol, and aimed it into the hallway. The power had been out in the hospital, but the sunlight was enough to keep his eye on anything that moved.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 29, 2014 22:08:41 GMT -5
Sam nodded, trying to wipe away the tears that he felt slipping down her dirty cheeks. She watched as Edward led the way, and then followed, shotgun in hand as she closed the door behind them, trying to find a way to block the door. They didn't need anything else following them in.
"I'm right behind you. Let's keep going. They have to be here. They have to be."
She tried her phone again, dialing the number for her father's work cell. Every detective had one. Maybe he still had it on him, and they could find each other faster. It was better than checking every room and getting cornered by the hungry dead.
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Post by Winters on Nov 29, 2014 22:29:15 GMT -5
Edward could hear the footsteps of the zombies in the hallway around the corner, not many, but they were there. The pair had more than enough ammunition, and Edward just needed to make sure that the infected were taken care of so Sam would be safe here in the hospital. This level was the safest place they found yet, being high up from the ground, and now with the stairs blocked off. Edward seen the faint screen of Sams phone light up, and she dialed a number, assumingly her father. But no response.
Turning the corner, Edward fired a round into the infected, and then another two into the one behind. He looked to make sure Sam was following, as she tried keeping the phone dialed, listening for a sound between the gunshots. Finally, a faint ringtone came from one of the rooms down the hall. Another two more infected down, and they reached the end, the examination room. The ringing could be heard more audible, and in the next moment, Edward kickd open the door.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 29, 2014 22:38:09 GMT -5
Sam came in behind, shotgun trained on anything that could have been in the room.
Blood. It was everywhere. It looked like someone had splashed it all over the walls using buckets. The room was torn to pieces, equipment was everywhere just tossed around. But there were no bodies, something she wasn't expecting. In the middle of the blood was her father's phone, still waiting for someone to pick it up.
"He's...not here. Where could they have gone? He must have left it behind when they had to leave. We have to keep looking."
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Post by Winters on Nov 29, 2014 23:08:30 GMT -5
Bending down to pick up the phone, Edward flipped through the calls before handing it over to Sam. "We'll find him.", he spoke in a low voice. But he was sure of it now, even if thye found him, he wasnt going to be Sams father anymore. There was too much blood. Not even following the footprints could help, because there had been too many of them. But with the amount of blood, there was no way he could get far, so odds are he was somewhere in the nearby rooms. The hard part was that Edward had no idea what he looked like, so if he did kill him, he had no idea how Sam would react.
Barging into the room next door was a bad idea. Three undead immediately turned to face him, none of which were a police officer. Sam was first to shoot, so none of them couldve been her father, anyways. She shotgun recoil was enough for her to hand, but before she could eject the spent shell, he downed the other two, and went for the next room. "You check the rooms on this side, ill check the ones on that side."
Finally, the third room held two police officers, and Edward knew for sure one of them was her father. Along side them was a female, who he made to be his employers wife, seeing his body on the ground. This was the room. With three successful shots, the infected had been down, and Edward closed the door before Sam could see anything when she came to investiagte the gunshots. "Sam, I..." Edward paused, blocking the door handle. He didnt want her to go inside, but could he really stop her? There was no right thing to do.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 29, 2014 23:17:44 GMT -5
Sam ejected the spent shell from the shotgun, vaporizing the head of the last zombie on her side of the hall. When she saw Edward blocking the door, she looked up at him, and started loading again. She looked back down at the ground, and stepped towards the door. In her heart she knew he was in there, there was nowhere else he could be.
"Edward, please. I have to know. Please let me past."
She opened the door, and examined the two police officers. Even with the dime sized hole punched in his forehead, she recognized him. He still looked intact, almost like he hadn't been attacked. Like he hadn't been changed into one of them.
She fell to her knees, head resting on his cold chest as she just sobbed. She knew that she wouldn't find him alive, but she wasn't expecting this. she had hoped deep down they would find him, they would find him and her mother alive. That they would all be leaving the hospital together. She knew they had to go, that time wasn't on their side right now, but she just couldn't pull herself away from him.
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Post by Winters on Nov 29, 2014 23:44:07 GMT -5
In an ordinary FUBAR situation, Edward would have torn Sam away, but this wasnt like anything hed seen before. The teen was in tears over her dead father. There was more death in her life in the last twenty four hours then any kid would see. Edward had no right to take her away from the room, this was her choice, and she had to deal with it her own way, her own way of coping. The fact that Officer Brooks wife hadnt been here was a clear sign that she didnt make it, because there was no reason for them to split up. Edward just stood in the doorway, lowering his head at the situation, giving Sam all the time she needed to herself. Part of this was his fault, and he knew it. That was what killed him inside.
He didnt care about the bite on his arm, far as he was concerned, he deserved it for not following through on his promise to Sam. Taking the tape recoder from his jacket, Edward lay it on the floor in the doorway, and walked off. No good would come from him staying around, if he turned, he would try to hurt her, and he didnt want to take that risk.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 29, 2014 23:57:02 GMT -5
Sam didn't know how long she sobbed on her father's dead body, but when she finally brought her head up, she saw that she was alone. Edward was gone, but where? She hadn't heard the zombies coming, so he wasn't being attacked, or leading them to her. Had he "turned," and simply walked off? Panic gripped her heart as she grabbed her shotgun, and began looking for any signs of him. Nothing.
"Okay, okay Sam, you can't panic. You gotta keep it together, you panic, you die. He might be alright. Dammit."
She looked over the two police officers, and checked them over for anything she could use. She turned up another Beretta, and three clips. More than enough to fight her way out of the hospital. Another pair of keys and a radio turned up as well. It was short range, but there could be others in the hospital that could still be alive and needing help. She closed the door for the room again and locked it, making sure she was safe for the time being.
"Hello? Is there anyone on this frequency? My name is Samantha Brooks. I am on the fourth floor of Raccoon City General Hospital. Distress. Repeat, distress. Is anyone out there?"
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Post by Winters on Nov 30, 2014 0:45:18 GMT -5
"Its a kid, Griffin! The hell with her! She'll only slow us down. Our orders are to evac at the clock tower, by nightfall, and we have no transportation. You seen whats its like our there, im not risking my as for some worthless little s***!" Before a fight broke out, Ltd Cogs had made a suggestion, because she knew full well that Cpl Griffin wasnt going to back down from this, given their situation already. "Enough, you two, christ, giving me a headache. You wanna go out there and die trying to find some little girl, fine by me. If you happen to make it back to the evacuation zone by nightfall, ill give you a gold star. But dont expect backup on this if you do manage to find her, thats not our job. Ill be reporting this to my superior when all of this blows over that you stepped out of line."
Nodding and running into the main hall, Arc was already on his way across the street to the hospital. He didnt bother with the undead, just push them aside, because he knew full well that the hospital was a dead zone. They had previously checked the building, and there were no signs of life. This was new, and anybody who made it all the way to the fourth floor of the hispital at this point had fought hard for their survival. He wasnt going to deny a chance at their ticket out of this hellhole of a city.
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Edward had gotten to the basement, where he had a plan. He was going to restore power to the hospital, which would help Sam, but he could already feel himself weaken from the bloodloss. The bandage had been useless at this point, but for lack of a reason to take it off, it remained. The basement level smelled the worst of everything he had seen, as it held bodies that hadnt yet been shipped to the morgue after death. The last time he was here was when Edward investigated the bite marks on the victims taken here, portions of their skin had been ripped off by a wild animal, who know was assumed to be a human that was infected by the virus somehow.
In the power room, Edward ran to the back, and opened up the switchboard for the power, which had blown fuses. Instead of trying to peices together which went where, he focused on the main power. Lights, storage closets, even the elevator, anything that could help them besides useless medical examination equipment. Within minutes, the power had already been restored to more then half the building, and Edward sat down on the floor, knowing that he was actually doing some good for a change.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 30, 2014 0:57:31 GMT -5
Sam found a blanket for her father' body, draping it over him as she tried the radio again. Someone had to be out there somewhere. There had to be other officers, other survivors somewhere. She didn't want to open the doors to find a horde of undead, so she stayed away from the door and spoke normally into the radio, hoping nothing outside could hear her.
"Repeat to anyone on this frequency, this is Samantha Brooks. Please. Distress. I am located at the top floor of the Raccoon City General Hospital. Please, please God tell me someone is on this frequency. Please...please someone respond. Please I'm alone here."
She stopped transmitting, waiting in silence for someone to respond. Someone had to still be out there. She took off her pack and rearranged a few supplies, putting the revolver in the bag and keeping the Beretta on her hip. She didn't want to, but she looked over at her father's covered body again, fresh tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. I should have gotten here faster."
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