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Nov 19, 2008 17:05:10 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on Nov 19, 2008 17:05:10 GMT -5
Near the back end of the first floor, this is where the ambulances were stored. There aren't any left now, but there are a few other cars here, as well as spare parts. The floor is concrete and there are several stretchers knocked over and some zombies still stumbling about. The security guards body is lying over the controls to the gate, holding it open. There is a surgical knife plunged within the back of his skull. There's a long blood trail leading from the guards office to the gate and out into the street, letting the mind wonder what really went on down here.
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Apr 18, 2009 7:10:20 GMT -5
Post by ragnell on Apr 18, 2009 7:10:20 GMT -5
(James Jagger enters the Garage coming from the Holley Medical Triage Unit)
The car slowly pulled past the gate house has he was diving be he looked over at the guard who was keeping the gate open, James thought for a moment that maybe he should move his dead body so the gate would close and there could be no outside interference but if any more survivors came by here they wouldn't be able to get in if the gate was closed so he just dove by not giving it a second thought, He parked the car as close to the elevator has possible and open the car door nothing came out of the darkness to try and kill he yet so he got out, Walking slowly towards the elevator's sliding door he pushed the call button a number of times to try and get it down here faster...it didn't make it faster though, James started to hear the many noises of the dead a moan here some footsteps there never what one want to hear.
James always thought this Hospital had crappy parking and now he was sure it did, Moving his gun to eye level he turned on the light that was mounted on his gun moving it from side to side to see all the undead around him, It seemed to be about seven he shot at the one nearest to him and got it in the head six, Taking aim at the next one he fired once it got him it the shoulder "Damn!" James said taking another shot this was bringing the undead to it knees and has he raised his leg to kick it the elevator doors opened shining light into the dark that was trying to kill James, Surprised by this after James kick the zombie-having him hurt his already bad ribs-He fell backwards into the elevator fired one more shot and started kicking and the buttons until the doors shut and it began moving again.
(James Jagger has gone to 3nd Floor: Operating Room)
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May 22, 2009 21:37:17 GMT -5
Post by Mask on May 22, 2009 21:37:17 GMT -5
(-James and Alex enter-)
“That’s the mood, fun at the expense of others. But seriously though, there’s gonna be something dead when I’m through with the lot. Rush Hour Traffic, I dare say, must be avoided. Ain’t gonna let a mob looking for a scapegoat take me down,” Alex said, thrusting the door ajar and pulling the weapon from his back. About five zombies were staggering around only yards away from the door, suddenly noticing the arrival of the living. Normally Alex would be the one hesitating and taking cautious steps, but due to his desperate cause, there technically were no consequences for his actions in the current situation. Whether he made a plan or simply charged in, they seemed to have equal chances of failure.
The sound of expelled bullets filled the room, before Alex’s clip was depleted and he tossed it aside. He loaded his extra clip, even though he had vanquished all the enemies in the quick burst of projectiles. “Wounded most, rather salvage the ammo, happen to have a nice ca’ to use? If not, I’ve got a Hurricane Jeep stationed outside, friend let me ‘borrow’ it, you know, the usual,” he raised the weapon in the air with his right arm, walking hastily across the garage. Most of the cars were bloody, cracked, or slightly burnt. Still, in some of the darker corners of the area vehicles were left unscarred, but the question of accessibility and fuel supply was always a problem.
“James, I da’e say, I get a bit ca’sick. Not really, but, in your state I’d prefer you at the helm, just in case man, just in case. You know, come to think of it, let’s just head towards ‘my’ jeep, just outside the gate. Filled up, two empty seats, and two cartridges for my friend here,” He grinned, patting the Scorpion lightly, and continuing onward. “Once we reach the gate, you can wait along side the guard area, I’ll bring the beast around. Not a war machine, but it’ll do, it’ll do. Get us the hell out of here and off through the city, we’ll figure things out then, eh? Eh? Eh? Totally then,” Alex, still grinning, let the weapon repeatedly fall into his left palm as he marched through the garage, almost ignoring any stragglers left moving after the initial firing.
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May 23, 2009 9:27:11 GMT -5
Post by ragnell on May 23, 2009 9:27:11 GMT -5
James lust wanted for Alex to clean up shop, It was after all just a few dead brains who last time James was there were way over by the elevator, And a whole magazine later once the gunfire stopped James walked in and listened to what Alex had to say, While Alex was still talking James started to look for his car-or at least the one he confiscated earlier in the day...much earlier.
"Well i did have a car until you shot it up!" James walk over to his car with a lump in his step and with a closer look saw it had been hit three times one of which put a hole in the gas tank, James walk by Alex over to the guard office-which was still creepy, And began to wait standing at least six feet away from the guards body, James being a cop some people would think he's not afraid of things like this...they would be wrong.
"Okay you better get going before the undead army makes it over here and i swear if you don't come back it will be the worst mistake of your life." James began to check what he still had after getting out of the hospital, Counting his rounds and the like, Good way to pass the time while Alex was gone-assuming he comes back.
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May 23, 2009 9:56:17 GMT -5
Post by Mask on May 23, 2009 9:56:17 GMT -5
“Now that doesn’t make any sense, if you’re gonna use clever comments, they’ve gotta make sense in, at least, a deranged way. If I didn’t come back, you’d be dead, and I’d be home free. Seems like a win-win to me. Though, you do I have my Revolver, so I’ll give you that much of value,” Alex muttered, walking off past the gate, staring straight ahead and continuing to talk to himself. Normally he would have simply just taken the car and escaped, but that would be unfair business. It’s only possible to enact such deeds if the other tradesman has no chance to rise in power again. In other words, Alex could not be certain if he would ever see James again if he fled, which would prove dangerous in the long run.
The garage was left silent, except for the few remaining zombies that were either too mutilated to move or stuck behind piles of cars and crates. The light upon the guard’s window continued to blink with a green glow, once a signal for cars to pass the speed bump after being validated. Now it was broken, and the light was becoming dull as power began to run low. Pillars held up the garage, as well as the walls and support beams, some of them had been destroyed during the initial outbreak, and the ruins of stone and concrete was left scattered on the cement. As always, blood had been tossed on almost everything, not so much in huge amounts, but it small smears that left you wondering what had happened to each individual person.
The silence was terminated at the high pitch hiss that came from the back of the garage. Within moments, the wall was demolished, and dust and dirt flew up into the air. Besides the view of the outside parking lot from the hole in the wall, a rather enormous insect gradually began to slide its way through. A centipede, about the size of a small car, but as long as five car train; continued to push through the hole and climb around the outside perimeter of the garage. By the time it had turned the first corner and it had started its pathway down to the front of the garage, the end of its body had finished exiting the hole. Halfway down the wall, it halted abruptly, snapping its pincers. With a single lunge it departed from the wall and sliced a nearby zombie into separate halves, running over the limbs as it returned to the wall.
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May 25, 2009 7:28:45 GMT -5
Post by ragnell on May 25, 2009 7:28:45 GMT -5
While Alex was away James began inspecting the Revolver it was also a pretty amazing gun that James would almost kill for almost, But since he wasn't a kill James would just have to put up with looking and maybe using once...but only if he had to there is never a good reason to waste ammo, James walked further away from the dead guard-just in case, after he was finished looking at the gun he pointed it at the guards body much like when boys play cops and robbers James was tempted to give the gun a shooting sound effect but managed to keep that urge at bay.
After a few more minutes James started to test how his side was doing, He jumped a few times, /moved back and forth a bit, And although was better then it was it still wasn't one hundred percent the only good news here was the pain medicine he found it would at least keep the pain away, While James thought about his side a small tremble come through the ground That James felt but thought it might just be in his head but once this strange sound started to come from the back of the Garage James to be safe began moving out of the Garage hoping Alex would come soon but instead James was greeted by some disgusting bug thing that seem to look like a centipede but of course much larger.
Once the monster emerged through the walls James move out side of the Garage and took cover behind one of the walls facing the parking lot ironically as it was James found it was beside the gate house-where the guards dead body was, If there was ever a time James wished Alex was here it would be now, While he waited James moved his head out slowly to get a look at what the insect monster was doing careful to make sure it didn't see him.
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May 25, 2009 20:52:41 GMT -5
Post by Mask on May 25, 2009 20:52:41 GMT -5
The beast scuttled towards the front of the garage, disappearing briefly into the shadows. It emerged once more near the front gate, pressing inward towards the middle. Its heavy body flattened multiple cars as it crawled over the irritating obstacles on its way to the center. Pausing, the centipede’s large head swayed side to side, finally halting as it found its next victims. Two zombies were staggering after the bug, persuaded to follow the sense of commotion and movement. They were answered by another hiss, and the centipede bolted forward, slicing one of the zombies into pieces. Its hind quarters followed, as the centipede wrapped itself around the other zombie; almost as a snake suffocates its prey.
In a mess of limbs and blood, the zombie’s head was ripped off and devoured by the bug. The remnants fell to the ground, and the centipede retreated to the wall. The sound of drumming legs returned to the garage. The bug now had found itself safe again, circling the perimeter as a train would stick to a set of tracks. Fortunately for the centipede, it could leave its safety whenever it deemed necessary. The bug halted at the back of the garage, before moving outwards again and stopping in the middle.
From the front of the garage a muffled engine noise developed from the silence of the night. A vehicle swerved around the street corner, rushing through the parking lot and closer to the front gate. A concept jeep, the vehicle was unlike your average travel companion. Its wheels were exposed and heavily fitted with springs. No top, two seats, a short dashboard, and a support beam running through the midsection of the car were the only other major features visible at a distance. The jeep slowed down at the gate, preparing to enter. However, the sight in the garage caused the driver to plan differently.
“James? Ya got ‘bout ten second be-There you are! Get the hell in this thing, you’re driving man!” Alex shouted, standing up from the left seat, grabbing onto the support beam and hurling himself over to the other side. Halfway between kneeling and sitting, Alex beckoned to James as he unlatched the Scorpion. “What the hell are you attracting things like that for? Ain’t got time to be catching butterflies and bees with nets! Hurry, looks like it wants some munchies!” Alex added, pointing towards the edge of the garage. The centipede, now disturbed by the engine sound, curiously began to crush all obstacles in its path to reach the front gate of the garage.
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May 27, 2009 7:03:17 GMT -5
Post by ragnell on May 27, 2009 7:03:17 GMT -5
James still in shock over the first appearance of the most ugly thing he had ever seen which just barely beat out his mother-in law when it came to size James watched horrified once the creature move towards the two zombies, And when it reached the first of its prey the beast James took mental note to call Legion like the demon from the bible sliced it in two like a hot knife through butter, James tried to become had small has possible hoping Legion wouldn't see him, Once James turned back to see if it was there he was greeted with seeing the other zombie being crushed by the centipede's seemingly endless body And after consuming the preys head returned to where it came from like a criminal always came back to the scene of the crime.
Once its head was back inside the Garage James began moving away from the monster and garage in general listing to the sound of foot steps move around in a circle a never ending stream of noise like rain dropping has long has James was able to hear it walking in a circle he knew it couldn't see him, But when the footsteps stop James moved quickly and quietly behind a car where he could hear the sound of a engine and unless there was some body besides James and Alex here then his ride had finely made it to the party, James seeing that Alex was headed toward the front gate started to run over there even with his side still hurting, and then Alex saw him anyone could tell be the "There you are! Get the hell in this thing, you’re driving man!” That Alex shouted James jumped in has requested. Has James started to drive away from Legion he was deciding what to say to Alex it was a fight between. "Miss me?" or the more cool sounding thing to say-at least to James. "What where you saying?" James decided not to say ether cuz now it was to late and he had more important things to worry about anyway like if Legion was fast enough to give chase. "Is it behind us?!" James asked with a edge to his voice.
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May 27, 2009 21:15:20 GMT -5
Post by Mask on May 27, 2009 21:15:20 GMT -5
“Nope, probably found something else to ch-Nevermind that, Push! It!” Alex began to casually say, before spying the army of legs emerging from one of the side roads as the centipede continued to pursue. Alex now kneeled, facing the back of the jeep, leaning on the support beam and seat for support. Legion had attempted to cut off the jeep by biting into the front end to halt the fleeing prey, but it failed to complete the goal. It underestimated its size, struggling between two brick buildings before finally lunging out into the main street. Its timing was off, and it missed the jeep by a good ten meters. Picking the massive weight up once more, it chased after the vehicle in a zigzag motion, displaying the pincers as it readied itself to crash down on the jeep.
“This thing, totally, can support most terrain and leaps of faith, but crashing; that’s not a wise thing to do. Plus, we’ll both be dead considering the speed and my positioning, but I have trust that you won’t screw it up. Right? Right? Right?” Alex shouted, grasping onto the back of the seat with one hand, leaning backwards and snatching the Revolver from James. “I’m sure we can both agree, best to use this thing now, or we might never get to use it at all,” Alex said, checking the ammunition; likely assuring James had not wasted any of the bullets during Alex’s sojourn. Pressing both hands down on the back of the seat for balance, he aimed at the centipede and fired two shots.
It was not the pain inflicted or the damage caused that really mattered, since the bullets barely penetrated the bug’s thick shelling. Slowing it down and sending it off course, now that was a sensational method to use. Both magnum rounds hit their target, as the centipede was rather hard to miss despite the zigzag path, and the bug hissed loudly as it ran head-first into a bus-stop on the right side of the road, finally crashing into a wall. The jeep rolled onwards with speed, gradually separating the distance between Legion and the Hurricane. Still, the persistent bug regrouped and followed halfway down the road, before disappearing into another side-area.
Alex chuckled, sitting down in the seat for the first time, reloading the Revolver. “That’ll be a campfire story for the books, just you wait and see, anyhow, don’t slack dude, push that pedal down like you’re squashing that dam thing in any ordinary situation! That thing’ll probably be back, we’re the only noticeable food supply in town, and I can’t rely on shooting to defend us forever. Subway, get us there, on the double.” After he finished loading the gun, he slipped it back into place upon his belt, unlatching the Scorpion and letting it slide below the glove compartment.
(-James and Alex are now in The Streets-)
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May 3, 2010 22:01:30 GMT -5
Post by Winters on May 3, 2010 22:01:30 GMT -5
[Amanda and Chrys enter from the Arklay Mountains]
The car ride seemed like it lasted forever. Amanda had been sitting in the back with Rey, as the two looked at eachother every now and then, trying to work out when they were going to tell Chrys what happened. It was technically putting them all in danger, but Amanda just couldnt do it, and Rey didnt want to leave this world without seeing Joey once more. But, nothing was going to get any better unless they got to the hospital, it was her only hope to last even another 24 hours at the most. Yet still, either of them had any idea where Joey was, he could be anywhere. As they drove, Amanda put her arm around Rey, and rested her head on her shoulder. She didnt want to cry, but it was coming on, uncontrollably.
It was until then that there was a small beep coming from Chrys' pocket, and she pulled out a small cellphone. Apparently, they had just left the 'no service', but thats not what got Reys attention. She could call Joey, or Raine, or Lisa, anybody who would maybe be in the area. Digging through her pocket, Amanda looked at her, wating her to just lay still. But when she pulled out a peice of paper with 7 digits written on it, she realized it was a phone number. Taking lead, Amanda tapped Chrys on the shoulder, and reaching out her hand. "Hey Chrys, could you lend me your phone, please?" It felt a but wierd, asking for a phone in the first place, not just since the outbreak. Nodding, he gave up the phone, and passed it back. "Thanks a lot."
Rey was going to sleep again, or at least too exausted to keep her eyes open. Amanda took the paper, and dialed in the number. "If I thought about it before, I wouldnt haved if you had a phone..." It was pretty comical, but not the right mood, she was anxious for somebody on the other end to pick up. Wether they would or not was another story, however. The car approached the Hospital, and then after about fifteen rings, the line finally picked up. In that second, Amanda was shocked, but on the other end were gunshots, followed by a voice. "Hello?"
"Joey? Its... Amanda. Didnt think id hear your voice again... Listen, we got a problem..." From then on, the two talked. Seemed there was something going on at his end of the line, but the voice assured that it was handled, and not to worry. Between the conversation, Amanda looked back at Rey, she didnt want to tell Joey about the bite. Only thing he needed to know was that she was alive, for now, just wounded. "Listen to me, Amanda. I have faith in you, just get her to the hospital. Raine and I are kinda in a tough spot right now, im gonna have to let you go." A few more gunshots could be heard before the hang up, and a tear fell from Amandas eye. She was responsible for everything, this was a mess she had to clean up.
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May 5, 2010 9:31:02 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on May 5, 2010 9:31:02 GMT -5
A beep resounded on Chrys' personage, the vibration shocking her as a matter of fact, "Huh... doesn't usually..." she mumbled a broken sentence and took the phone out; apparently there were still some open cells above Raccoon City which, from how far into the outbreak they were, was pretty bloody amazing. A little piece of excitement was evident, thinking of who she could possibly contact; then Amanda asked for the hand set, "Oh, well it's prepaid and I was holding onto it incase-" the phone was taken from her hand, "-O-okay, be my guest," she nervously replied turning her view back to the road ahead of her, glancing in the rear view now and again.
Turned out the guy on the other end was Joey, 'Great! Now we just have to find out where he is,' but before any reasonable information could be switched the conversation ended, with Amanda harboring the most sorrowful look and Chrysil biting her bottom lip, 'I hope my credit didn't just run out,' she thought while watching Amanda tear up, 'So much for that,'
Taking a side lane down around the hospital; one sign in particular stating 'Employees Only'. The garage door at the back was open, Chrys taking direct advantage of it and driving right on in so looking forwards to not having to bother with no power steering; it felt like her wrists were burning. The car turned off, and all its occupants got out... well, Chrys did for starters; she let Amanda take care of waking Rey up and went ahead to find a way into the hospital.
Hands gripping tightly onto the closed iron doors, Chrys tugged furiously. For some unforgivable reason they were locked; further investigation revealed that they were locked electronically, a small black box sat above it with a line set into the wall running along the cornices of the ceiling towards the guard office, a sort of bunker/night post looking thing. She gagged a little at the dead guard, well past dead; thankfully avoiding him to hit the button for the door was easy, unfortunately no mechanism could be heard for registration of it opening. Only conclusion was that the guard had his face pressed on something important; something stopping the door from unlocking.
Rolling her eyes, Chrys pinched the tip of the scalpel and yanked it out; brown goo oozed out of the back of the mans head. She dropped the utensil on the dest in the room, freeing up her hands to grab the coat of the departed firmly and yank him straight out of his seat. Immediately a lever swung up and the shutter for the garage door rolled down. Half a minute was spared simply looking at it drop, a hideous scraping noise resonating throughout the garage. Silence followed directly after, Chrys looked over at Amanda and shrugged. She hit the button for the door lock once more and this time a whirring sound was heard, a click directly above the door. Chrys moseyed over and tried the handle swinging the door open, "We're in," she responded as if having cracked into a vault.
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May 6, 2010 22:05:17 GMT -5
Post by Winters on May 6, 2010 22:05:17 GMT -5
If it wasnt for holding onto Rey, the wounded girl would have fallen to the ground. Closing the door behind her, Amanda hoisted her above her shoulder, and held onto her arm. Walking her along with Chrys, Amanda was a huffed from carrying her, she wasnt that strong to begin with. Seeing as the door wasnt opening, she could only hold her up, watching Chrys go around and find out how to open it up. Before long, the large metal door had opened up, and a smile came across her face. Amanda walked Rey into the garage area, and then Chrys had closed it off once again. The infected couldnt get through, only survivors with enough brains could open it up. This was reassuring, as the place was fairly dark, and she was prone to attack.
Amanda was taking Rey through the garage, following Chrys and her flashlight, when suddonly there was a noise coming from somewhere between a set of cars in the distance. At any question, it was how many infected, but they were definitely zombies. She couldnt exactly see them, but as she followed Chrys, it looked to be coming from the door into the next staff parking area, which then lead into the Hospital Garage check in lobby. "Hey, I dont think Rey can stand on her own, your gonna have to do all the shooting, or at least guide us away from them..."
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May 8, 2010 11:11:38 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on May 8, 2010 11:11:38 GMT -5
"Let's simplify things, so at least you have your gun hand ready aswell," Chrys suggested stepping just beside the doorway and pulling out a wheelchair, snapping it open and offering it to Amanda to rest Rey in, "This way you won't have to worry about dropping her if you need to grab your pistol," further comment while tugging her 9x19 loose of her back pocket, "Already I can see path. We'll avoid for now, but I'll shoot if I have to," the Journalist still wasn't too set on being a marksman with Richards hand gun, but whatever went she figured: the closer they are the easier things will be.
Cars seemed to be parked strategically for a way around carriers which Chrys was much grateful for; didn't stop the zombies from noticing them but a station wagon seemed to be a formidable obstacle for a undead human to get around. Chrys was almost relieved that she might not have to use her gun at all, just before a zombie popped out from behind a support pillar. It almost seemed to have had its back to it and lying in wait; immediately reaction had Chrys kicking it back, afterthought resided on shooting it dead. Albeit the idea of walking past it was present Chrys didn't want to give the zombie a chance to grab Amanda by the ankle; as such, the rest of the zombies now knew lunch was in the parking lot. Leaving the same way they came in wouldn't work as all the exits would have zombies triyng to break their way in.
The Journalist grumbled; jogging past the elevator. It was too dangerous an option being a deathtrap to whatever might be on the other side of the doors when they opened; it didn't matter, the stairwell wasn't a mile away or anything. Although upon reaching it things became evident that it was a fire escape, crossing through set off the alarm. Chrys rolled her eyes and grouched out a, "f**k," under her breath before continuing. The next stairwell was the customer set, Chrys carefully proceeded through the door noting how far away all the zombies in the garage were from them, "Looks like we can get up from here, unless Rey wants to wake up we'll have to tug the chair up the stairs," a cleaners closet to Chrys' right provided mop handle with the means of blocking the door once they were through.
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May 8, 2010 20:56:37 GMT -5
Post by Winters on May 8, 2010 20:56:37 GMT -5
Amanda wheeled Rey with the chair, it was very convienent. However, when they got to the stairs, things got a little complicated. When Amanda shook Reys shoulder to wake her up, there was no response from her. Putting away her handgun, Amanda shook her again, with more force. "Rey, wake up... Come on..." But nothing, still no response. It not like she could be carried up the stairs without any motor skills, not even with the both of them would it be possible without putting them all in danger. Suddenly, there was a loud noise coming from up the stairset. Amanda pulled out her gun, and ran up the steps to see which level the infected were coming from. "Chrys, if we clear out the first level at least, we would be safe with taking Rey up and to a hospital room."
Aiming her handgun toward the first door, Amanda could make out the sound of infected on the other side. Chrys followed her, making sure the coast was clear. But when the door opened up without either of them making contact, Amanda fired off two rounds, one of which hitting whatever came through the door in the face. Quicking opening it up, he looked down both sides of hall, and saw a few infected on each side. Chrys was already on the left side, waiting for the right moment to take the shot. Once the infected got close enough, both her and Amanda gunned the down with headshots, conserving ammo, and finally got the hallway cleared out as far as they could see. "Alright, lets get back to Rey, and bring her up here."
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May 10, 2010 9:20:39 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on May 10, 2010 9:20:39 GMT -5
Following Amanda up the stairs, Chrys helped out clearing the zombies on the first level giving the girl a thumbs up that her side of the hall was clear. Back down at the base of the stair well, Chrys grabbed one handle of the wheel chair, "Okay, on 3," she said before beginning to count. This way the two of them would pull the chair up in tandem, and each step was fairly narrow that it was pretty easy to pull the chair up.
At the top, "Okay, let's find a ward first and a spot to lay Rey down," Chrys suggested, "Then I'll see if I can find anything extra for her wound and make sure it doesn't get gangrenous," the directions of the hostpital were quite handy, there were colour lines leading off in all directions and literally a legend for them at every intersection. Yellow meant wards, so that was the line they followed. The level of silence the corridors were under was near unbarable, and there was a tiny squeek in the wheel of the chair that would have gone unoticed had there been a hustle and bustle in the place, "This way," Chrys pointed out leading them in the right direction.
Eventually the white marble floors turned into Navy blue carpet, "You doing alright back there?" she whispered to Amanda; they were moving pretty quickly, especially for someone pushing a person in a wheel chair around, "In here," the Journalist motioned for one of the smaller rooms, jumping in just before Amanda and Rey and clearing it for them. The bed was made and the majority of the room had seemed to go without disturbance.
Noticably the nurse nightwatch desk was just opposite the door to the room. Chrys took a peek over at a decapitated body hidden behind the desk, paper scattered everywhere; one object in particular shined grabbing the Journalists attention, "Found keys," she started, "We both should be able to look for supplies if we lock the room door, Rey'll be safe inside," Chrys offered the keys to Amanda before helping her lift Rey up onto the bed, "And what did Joey say by the way? On the phone. Is he in Raccoon City? Can we meet up with him?" she'd waited to ask until they were in a relatively safe place.
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