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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 23, 2010 7:59:51 GMT -5
Before the outbreak, this was the only hospital for miles, traviling outside of the town was too dangerious for anyone infected. The sick people flooded the whole building, desperately in need of medical attention that the few doctors couldnt give everyone all at once. It has only the basic equipment, lacking in the more modern medical technology. Two floors are occupied by the hospital portion, and a small basement is used for storage of medical supplise, most of which is still fresh and ready to be used. But be warned, its not going to be easy with all the infected occupying the two floors.
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Post by Marc Firewing on May 28, 2010 21:34:01 GMT -5
Marc finished writing up his journal for the time being. Although it was his first post since the outbreak that occurred, Marc hadn't written down Marcus' name. Wrey though, that would help distinguish the two between themselves and between others in case anyone else managed to find them. Closing the laptop and putting it back into the backpack at his feet, Marc leaned back afterwords and exhaled a sigh. Looking to Wrey at the 'crazy white boy' comment, Marc laughed as he put away the laptop. Looking on ahead, Marc noticed the shotgun shells and looked to Wrey with a 'What the fxck!?' kinda expression that had surprise and amazement. "I could kiss you, you sonuvabxtch. You just made my day. I ran out of ammo two nights ago." Removing the shotgun from the holster on the backpack that made it easy access, Marc pulled the pump back and fully loaded it as he pushed the pump forward and looked down at the gun. The weight was heavier now with the ammunition and he was happy for that. He stored some of the extra shells in his shirt pocket and some in the pocket that was along the strap of where the backpack went over his chest. Leaning back as he exhaled a loud sigh of relief, noticing they were heading for a hospital. Marc recalled the events of his time in the hospital... Flashback... Torrance Memorial Recovery Center Room 3756 Marc laid back upon the scars that resided within his back, watching television as he looked up at the 'Get well soon' balloons that were floating by his bed. Marc smiled somewhat, watching them float there as his nurse walked in, Marc looking over to her with a small exhausted chuckle. He already saw the needle in her hands and boy did he hate those damn things. But eh, if it was to help with the pain. Marc smiled as he spoke. "That time already?" "Yeah, you know how it goes." Marc chuckled as he laid there and felt the stinging sensation of the needle enter into his vein. Then relief as the fluid kicked in, it was a gentle dose that kept him fighting fit. Being relieved of the pain, the nurse smiled to him as he looked over at her. His eyes lazy as this was his third day of being in the damn hospital. "How can you work here...its so..." Flashback End The flashback drifted away, Marc's eyes snapping to reality at the shouting of Wrey to get him back into reality. Shaking his head, Marc's eyes focused on the hospital as he looked to Wrey and jumped out of the truck. Bittersweet Sundown in hand as he put his backpack back on his back and adjusted it to its comfortable spot. Exhaling a sigh as he looked at the hospital, either this was a hideout or they were here for picking stuff up. "I take it we're picking stuff up here? Cause a Hospital isn't really a great place to stay with the morgue and all." Marc cracked at the undead, the chuckle turning to nervousness as he looked over to Wrey, whom seemed like a good guy. Maybe having him as a partner wouldn't be so bad. But Marc still was cautious, and walking across the leaf covered ground which fell from the trees nearby as Marc exhaled a sigh. He was tired, so tired that he just wanted to lay down and go back to sleep. He wasn't even sure what day it was anymore, but he supposed it wouldn't matter. Today would be day one for him. And in his journals, he would start doing it like so. Beginning to walk across over to the hospital entrance with gun at the ready, he looked to Wrey. "You take point, or me?"
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Post by Winters on May 29, 2010 13:15:25 GMT -5
"Hey, Marc... Marc! Dayum, son!" Wrey had finally snapped the guy back into realism, he mustve been thinking about who knows what, he didnt really care. Hopping out of the truck, Wrey grabbed the shotgun from above the mirror, and then closed the door behind him. Yeah, they were just going to grab some things, the place wouldnt be all that bad due to the fact that it was a small town. A very small town, actually. But all in all, they would make sure to watch for anything that might get the jump on them. "First Aid Kits, peroxide, whatever you think you should grab. Just make the trip worth it. Ill go in first."
Opening up the door, Wrey aimed the shotgun inside, and then moved in so Marc could cover him. They werent looking to use tactics or anything, but all that stuff came naturally by now. The small waiting room had a few bodies sitting hunched over in the chairs, which gave Wrey a bad feeling. Sliding across the main front desk, he turned the knob to the storage area in back, but found it was locked. Finding a key would be good, because they he wouldnt have to make any noise getting it open. That would wake all of the bodys up, and bad news follows. Looking back at Marc, Wrey shook his head, letting him know it was locked.
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Post by Marc Firewing on May 29, 2010 17:02:44 GMT -5
Nodding at the fact Wrey wanted to enter first, Marc was going to have to face the fact that he would have to trust the man. Although he didn't like it so much, in this world, it was bound to happen. Watching the hallway down the left, Marc had his shotgun raised as he entered the waiting room with Wrey. Eyes scanning the bodies that littered the floor, it was quiet, too quiet. Even for this place. As his head turned to watch the man slide over the desk, Marc's head littered with thoughts. For an old lookin' man, he was sure nimble on his feet. Watching Wrey shake his head, Marc whispered a soft curse. Lowering the Remington, he moved over to the desk and looked over it to see if there was a nurse or receptionist but saw nothing more than a littered desk. Wait...Who usually had all the keys? Marc looked up to Wrey and smiled, his lips letting out softly so as not to disturb the dead.
"Janitor keys...Look for a janitor."
Marc kept his footsteps as quiet as he could. Moving to the nearby bodies as he tried to find someone in a janitor outfit. However, to no avail, the stench of the bodies rotting was much but Marc had been getting used to the scent so it wasn't too bad. Exhaling a sigh through his lips, Marc found no one that resembled anything close to a janitor. Even feeling against some of their pockets to see if there were any keys, but to no avail once more, Marc stood straight up and looked over the bodies. He couldn't believe how many of them there were, the thought of all of the bodies that were there. All the people who'd lost their lives to this, almost made him want to join the B.S.A.A. to help find out who did this and why. But playing Hero wasn't his thing. Eyes closed for a moment, to mouth a gentle prayer for their souls. He was never a religious man, but he felt they deserved it. Looking over to Wrey, his head nodded upwards as if to ask what they were to do now.
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Post by Winters on May 29, 2010 18:09:39 GMT -5
As Wrey had received the nod that the keys couldnt be found, he knew there was only one way inside the room, and that was going to make some noise. In and out, thats all he wanted to do from the start, there was no reason to stay here any longer then the had to. Raising the barrel of his shotgun in the direction of Marc, he spoke out in a calm tone. "You ready for this, kid?" Without waiting for a response, Wrey brought the butt stock back against the glass, shattering it as he reached inside and unlocked the doors bolt lock. Pulling open the door, he ducked inside, seeing a large empty first aid bag, and then began to drill everything he could find inside of it. Antisyptic, bandages, even some hardcore stuff like oxycotton and morphene if he seen it.
But suddenly, there was a loud scream coming from further inside the hospital, a develish cry. Opening the door with the shotgun aimed toward the waiting room and the medical bag slung over his should, Wrey could see Marc was already sprinting in the direction of the yell. It was his own nature to help out people in his own community, they were family regardless of bloodline, so Wrey followed after with a less fast pace. His old legs couldnt take him as quickly through the hallway, but Marc was still in view, and knew where the scream had came from.
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Post by Marc Firewing on May 29, 2010 18:33:33 GMT -5
Marc was about to protest as Wrey lifted the shotgun up, but as soon as his mouth opened, the glass was shattered. Sighing. Marc lifted his gun and scanned the room. None of them got up. That was particularly odd...Lowering the weapon for a moment, he was about to turn to go help Wrey but suddenly a scream came out from the hallway directly in front of where they entered. Marc was already on the move. Legs kept him moving, Marc followed it down the hall as he began shouting out, his shotgun returning to the holster on his shoulder. He was going to need to pop zombies in the head quickly and efficiently, and the shotgun wasn't good for on the move unless he were to stop and shoot. Unholstering Massacre by Dawn, Marc pulled it up to aim, for some reason no one was up wandering down the hall. Marc stopped and skidded somewhat as he turned a hard right, this was where they were.
"HELP'S ON THE WAY! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Marc shouted out as loud as he could. He had to be wary upon how many rounds he used. He only had thirteen in this clip, and he was fresh out of clips so he'd have to be quick and efficient. The combat knife that was hooked into the backpack strap would be his last resort for the run and kill. Boom! Boom! Two zombies were down as they turned to see the noise of the two of them running down the hall, Marc's eyes scanning the hall as he elbowed one to drop it down to the ground. Heavy breathing escaped his lips as he ran as fast as he could, attempting to find the person screaming.
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Post by Winters on May 29, 2010 23:05:27 GMT -5
As much as he didnt like to, Wrey fired off a shell from his shotgun, blasting a hole in the face of one of the undead that burst through doorway toward him. Moving down the hallway, he had lost sight of Marc, but could tell he was keeping up by the sounds of the gunshots. Wrey took a right, looping back around toward another hall leading into the emergency rooms. Thats where he thought the scream was coming from, at least by what his ear heard. Running down the hallway, he could see a few dropped bodies, and knew that his partner was close by.
After hearing another few shots coming from inside one of the emergency rooms down the hall, Wrey barged inside with his shotgun aimed at whatever was on the otherside. There was a dead body laying on the floor beside a woman, who looked to be in her thirties. Though the infected was dead, the woman had seemed to have been bitten, once in the arm. At another glance, there was also a bite mark on her leg. "God damn, Marc, what the hell happened?" Wrey knew the guy woudnt be able to tell him everything, but it looked like they were both too late. Hes seen this happen before, and delt with it a variety different ways. But really, there was only two different ways to look at it. Shoot her now, or bring her along. "Maam, tell me what happened..." Wrey wanted to make it her choice, she deserved a choice.
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Post by Marc Firewing on May 30, 2010 3:42:54 GMT -5
Sliding to a stop as Marc looked into the emergency room, Marc burst in and saw the female. A zombie on top of her as he put his gun on the ground and grabbed it. Pulling it off her, Marc threw it almost halfway across the room and picked up his gun. Boom! Boom! Double tap to the face. Looking to her, he was about to pop her in the face because he knew exactly what those bite marks were. She was infected. He had an almost cold stare to his eyes and was about ready to turn the gun on her but Wrey came in. Gun remained lowered at the ground, Marc looked to Wrey who entered, shrugging somewhat as he couldn't help but smile, deciding to make a stupid joke while he was at it.
"I saw him trying to do things to her, so I shot the fxcka. But I'll go watch the door. Because the dead must've woken up."
Walking passed Wrey who went to check on the girl, Marc lifted his gun and checked both hallways, and the room in front of him. None of them were coming, yet of course. Marc exhaled a sigh of discontent, he didn't like the thought of bringing an infected along. The very thought of it disgusted him. But maybe it was just the fact that he'd been alone for 1998 - 2009 which made him this way. Another sigh escaped his lips, he really wished he had a smoke right about now. Looking back into the room, he decided he might as well be as friendly and figure out what he and Wrey were doing later.
"Hey! I don't know about you guys but I really wanna get out of here. Wrey, if she's comin', patch her up and let's get her outta here. I'd rather not die in a place similar to where I was born, you get me?"
Marc was impatient, sure, but in this case, it was a hospital. In the city, going into a hospital was asking for a death wish, but in this town, y'never know what might be lurking around each corner.
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Post by Winters on May 30, 2010 18:55:44 GMT -5
Caughing to himself, Wrey looked at the girl once Marc had left the room to keep watch on the place. It was a good thing that the kid was no pushover, he knew what to do in a situation like this. "Alright Miss, wrap this around your arm and follow me, alright?" There was no was he was going closer to her, Wrey tossed the bandage onto the bed beside the girl. He was willing to help, just not anything like that, she could get it done by herself, didnt need him getting that infected blood near him. Holding the shotgun outside the doorway, Wrey waited for the girl to finish up before he moved onwards. It was about time they got out of here in his opinion, too, theyve already spent too much time in this place. Being exposed to a general hotspot for the infection was never any good. As the girl patched herself up, she nearly clung to Wrey from behind, speaking up in generousity. "Thank you, thank you! I wasnt sure if you were going to kill me, or worst, just leave me be..." Wrey was pretty thrilled to hear this, but at the same time, a little offended. He wouldnt just abandon anyone like that, regardless if they had their life ending within the next 12 hours not not. It wasnt right either way he looked at it, she was a human being, and he felt the need to take care of her while she still had time left. After getting back out into the lobby, Wrey could hear some shotgun shells banging off, and knew there was trouble. Turning the corner into the waiting area, he could see Marc firing at a group of infected that came through the doorway. "Sh*t, save your ammunition, lets head on over to the southside!"
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Post by Marc Firewing on May 30, 2010 19:30:54 GMT -5
Marc watched as the girl was all over Wrey. A shake of his head as Marc heard something, footsteps. Not theirs, no it was a lot of them. Marc couldn't help but sigh in annoyance, he didn't want to have to waste anymore bullets. Removing his shotgun from his back, Marc turned around and saw one coming around the corner, then two, then four...Holy shxt they were multiplying! Marc cursed slightly as they were moving kinda faster than usual, Marc took aim and shot. Boom! One shell. Boom! Another. A few went down. Marc screamed.
"FXCK! FXCK! FXCK! THERE'S TOO MANY!"
Marc looked back to Wrey, save his ammo? Man that was a better idea. Marc nodded and turned, beginning to run with them. Marc skidded to a halt when something caught his eye, unfortunately it was his reflection in a mirror. Cursing to himself, Marc looked back and they were already coming after them. Marc moved with them so that they could get away, looking back to the empty hallway as he slowed to catch his breath somewhat. as they got away. Exhaling a sigh of relief, he looked to the back to the way in front of him. Opening a pump action he jogged up to Wrey and began to whisper to the other softly enough so that only they could hear.
"So please tell me you have a place we can keep her locked up, because y'know, I'd really not like to go to sleep then wake up with my lower half missing. That and I think you're insane for letting her come along. I mean. Did you see her freaking arm!?"
A whisper turning into a slightly louder whisper, Marc was pretty bugged. It wasn't that he didn't want the girl to come along, sure she could. But he would rather not have to rely on her being behind him for when she changed. Marc wasn't necessarily a big fan of being some undead's meal.
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Post by Winters on Jun 1, 2010 19:34:18 GMT -5
Mac was right, they couldnt just keep dragging the girl along, it was bound to happen sooner or later. But the first thing on Wreys mind was getting all to out to the truck. However, when that deemed a little impossible at the time, the next best option was to get them all inside one of the medical rooms without those things knowing they were there. Wrey ignored the comment that Marc spoke, he really didnt have to come out and say it like that, im sure even the girl knew exactly what kind of situation she was putting them all in. The girl spoke up, and the other two moved through the hallway to the back of the hospital. "My names Kerry, Kerry Greenvale..."
"Greenvale... Your Johns girl, arent you, miss? I thought yall had moved out to Sadler after he finished his tour in the east...?" It was that time that Wrey had begun to know exactly who she was. Well, maybe not exactly, but he was a pretty good idea. But she didnt speak, the eye communication meant that he had already moved, and left her behind. Wrey felt a bad for her, but angry at the same time. He also felt like she deserved it, after all, she wasnt too pretty around this town. However, Wrey had put everything aside, and focused on getting to a safer part of the hospital.
After they reached one of the emergency wings, Wrey ran to the nearest corner, and peeked around. It was all clear down that side, and there was no infected on the side they came from. Therefore, unless there was a few zombies in the Staff hall, they would be perfectly safe inside. They would be able to take a break, and formulate a plan to going for the truck before actually jumping into things.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 1, 2010 20:36:43 GMT -5
Pulling the slide back, a shotgun shell ejected but Marc easily caught the flying shell. Sliding it back into the shotgun, he checked it. Eight shells still remaining within, including the shell he just ejected and caught. A sigh befell his lips as he looked on ahead, Marc walking with the two to the Emergency Wings. Pausing at the corner, Marc lifted the shotgun in a ready position just in case there were some. As he followed Wrey, Marc checked a room. Open. Stepping inside with gun raised, Marc scanned the room. Empty. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, motioning for Wrey and the girl to follow as he closed the door behind them. Peering out the window as he exhaled softly, the hallway was a mess.
"Well...I think we can relax here for a bit while we figure out what to do. Any bright ideas?"
He said as he removed the backpack from his back, propping it down on the bed which had its blood soaked covers torn away from it. Removing his laptop, Marc opened it up to see if he could get a signal. Might as well update another post. Managing to get a mediocre signal, he penetrated the security of the hospital routers and was into the internet with ease. Fingers flying across the keyboard, he decided to see what he could download off their servers at the same time with typing up an update to the announcement boards he'd been posting. Finally pulling up a map of the Hospital as he let his hands finger point to the map.
"Okay so...we're here, then where are we heading Wrey? Because I have no idea which ways the best place to go."
He scooted out of the way a bit to let Wrey look at the map he'd pulled up on the screen.
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Post by Winters on Jun 2, 2010 0:15:30 GMT -5
The room was fairly dark, save for the light coming from the little computer screen and the emergency reds. The moonlight was being blocked by dark clouds mostly, it didnt supply any light on the inside of the hospital room. Wrey looked over at Kerry, who was sitting on a bad, shaking from the cold. She wasnt wearing much clothing, but a lot of shaking was also coming from the shock. She mustve been in quite a bit of pain, but it was going to get even worse. This meant that her bites were all numb, she needed assistance if she was going to be getting out of here without lowing any of them down. Wrey looked away from the wound on her shoulder as Marc spoke about directions on his computer, so he turned an eye, staring into the bright screen.
"Aint that nifty..." Wrey did have to squint a little to see the small text written around, but he could see that the prescription medical storage was a few doors down the hall. Turning away from the screen, he went for the door, and then opened it up quietly. Peeking outside, Wrey saw it was safe to go out, and then slipped out, motioning for Marc to stay behind. Quickly ducking across to the storage room door, he was relieved to see it unlocked, and then entered. Wrey found a shelf stocked with all sorts of drugs, but he was really looking for one thing in particular. Vicodin. Grabbing a bottle from the back, he left the room, and then entered the emergency room, tossing the bottle onto the bed beside Kerry. Sure, it was a hardcore drug that showed lots of side effect, but the end was near regardless. "Dont worry bout it, you aint gon be round much longer, anyway... Least itll help you move, if your still comin with us."
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 2, 2010 1:57:59 GMT -5
Marc watched Wrey for a minute, leaving his computer and grabbing hold of his shotgun. He followed quietly behind Wrey and had his shotgun at the ready, standing guard outside the room as he looked about. It was eerily quiet, but you could hear the faint shuffling from the halls above and when a loud thump was heard, Marc jumped and pointed his gun upwards. A soft exhale escaped his lips as he looked back down, following Wrey back to the room and watching him toss the drugs back over to her. Placing the shotgun back down on the bed beside his laptop, exhaling softly as he grabbed his backpack. Opening it he pulled out a cigarette and placed it in between his lips, flicking the old school lighter on as the flame ignited the cigarette he held in between his lips. An exhale of smoke as he looked down at the laptop.
"Is there a back or side way out of this place? Maybe we can bail out through the basement, run around, grab the truck and get out? The less we stay here, the higher the chance we have of surviving this hellhole. Besides, I didn't get to exactly fill up on ammo from what you provided in the truck."
Hands within the cushions of the bed as Marc looked down at the monitor in front of him. His eyes occasionally shifting to Kerry, so as not to worry about himself being eaten alive in the off chance she decided to turn while he looked away. But he tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible so that no questions were to arise.
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Post by Winters on Jun 2, 2010 23:24:30 GMT -5
Seemed like a good idea to him, escaping through the basement wasnt too farfetched. Sure, they would be able to pull it off, even with Kerry in the state shes in now. However, once they made it to the bordered off area, she wouldnt be able come with them. It was an infection free zone, everyone knew that, even Wrey. Keeping it free of infection was easier said than done regardless, but bring Kerry along would just risk the whole thing turning ugly. He thought about it for a little bit, but in the end, Wrey knew that they had to do what they had to do. "We cant just bring her along, Marc, not where were going. The safety zone wont accept her, shell never get past the gates. Were staying here with her until..."
Just then, a cry out came from the girl on the bed, and she lay down flat on her back, closing her eyes and grabbing the sides of the matress. Wrey knew that it was happening, and that Kerry was trying to fight it. The painkillers had worked, but they were in no way an antivirus. Dropping the shotgun onto the floor, Wrey jumped up onto the bed, and pressed himself against Kerry, trying to stop her from struggling. Suddonly, her eyes opened, and she was staring up into his. It was almost as if she was crying for someone to just end her while she still have control over her mind. It was better to die a pure soul then to live like a monster.
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