His first thought when he woke up?
Where was Cody?
Tian sat bolted upright in the hospital bed, his silver eyes darting around the room looking for the younger male. His eyes landed on the needle in his arm. The panic began to set in. He was in a hospital. Had his sickness gotten that bad? “Oh lord.” Yanking the needles from his thin arm, Tian flinched from the pain, and stood up. Catching himself on the hospital bed as his legs gave out from being unused he finally fully took in his surroundings. Finding his bag he changed out of the hospital gown and into some jeans, his converse with the toes covered in doodles, a dark t-shirt under a dark purple button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows making his already pale skin almost paperwhite.
He had to find Cody.
Calm down Tian. You have to think. Breath. Running a thin hand through his long silver hair he tried to slow his racing thoughts. A door slamming out in the hall made him jump. Creeping over to his door he opened it just a crack to hear what was going on. There were unfamiliar voices and footsteps. Softly closing his door again Tian tried to figure out what to do. Shuffling through his bag his grip found familiar rubber band bracelets he held dear and slipped them on his wrists.
He had to find Cody.
But in an unfamiliar place like this he didn’t know how. More muffled noise came from the hall. Tian sat on the hospital bed and began rifling through his bag for anything he could use. Pulling a prescription from his bag he began to panic again. It was Cody’s meds. Brushing his tousled hair from his face he groaned.
Cody, where the hell are you?
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Cody groaned as he felt the familiar pull of consciousness. Trying to roll over there was a tug in his arm. His blue eyes fluttered open to see needles embedded in his skin. “What the hell...” without a second thought he pulled the needles out. He hated hospitals. Cody hasn’t really been in a hospital before but he’s been close a few times. Seeing his bag near the bed he quickly got up and changed from the hospital gown and into his usual jeans, boots, shirt, and dark red hoodie. Flipping his hood up Cody looked through his bag. “Please have my meds in here...” checking his pockets and every pouch in his bag Cody began to stress. “Oh god no... they have to be in here.” His blue eyes shining with worry he started to pace the small room.
Where’s Ty? He’d know what to do...
Hearing noises coming from the hall Cody froze. Grabbing his bag he threw it over his shoulder and snuck out into the hall. Man, I wish I had something to defend myself. God damn it.
Peering around the dark hallway Cody quietly dig through his bag to find something, anything, he could use to defend himself. His hand found cold metal and he tensed. He forgot he still carried that with him. His fingers curled around the smooth metal of the all to familiar object as he slowly pulled it out of his bag. The small pocket knife felt so natural in his grip it scared him. At least now it would have a good purpose. Closing his bag, and making sure it was secure on his back, Cody flipped the small knife open.
Ty would kill me if he found out I still carried this. He’d baby me more than he already does. Granted I do the same thing to him but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.
Subconsciously he pulled his sleeves down more over his wrists as he debated which way down the hall to turn when he heard a voice call out. ‘Where is everyone?’ Cody chuckled to himself humorlessly, “I could be asking that same question.” Opting to follow the voice he headed towards it. He pulled his hood farther over his head and blue hair Cody tightened his grip on his knife.
Best to be prepared if this goes south.
His first thought when he woke up?
Where was Cody?
Tian sat bolted upright in the hospital bed, his silver eyes darting around the room looking for the younger male. His eyes landed on the needle in his arm. The panic began to set in. He was in a hospital. Had his sickness gotten that bad? “Oh lord.” Yanking the needles from his thin arm, Tian flinched from the pain, and stood up. Catching himself on the hospital bed as his legs gave out from being unused he finally fully took in his surroundings. Finding his bag he changed out of the hospital gown and into some jeans, his converse with the toes covered in doodles, a dark t-shirt under a dark purple button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows making his already pale skin almost paperwhite.
He had to find Cody.
Calm down Tian. You have to think. Breath. Running a thin hand through his long silver hair he tried to slow his racing thoughts. A door slamming out in the hall made him jump. Creeping over to his door he opened it just a crack to hear what was going on. There were unfamiliar voices and footsteps. Softly closing his door again Tian tried to figure out what to do. Shuffling through his bag his grip found familiar rubber band bracelets he held dear and slipped them on his wrists.
He had to find Cody.
But in an unfamiliar place like this he didn’t know how. More muffled noise came from the hall. Tian sat on the hospital bed and began rifling through his bag for anything he could use. Pulling a prescription from his bag he began to panic again. It was Cody’s meds. Brushing his tousled hair from his face he groaned.
Cody, where the hell are you?
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Cody groaned as he felt the familiar pull of consciousness. Trying to roll over there was a tug in his arm. His blue eyes fluttered open to see needles embedded in his skin. “What the hell...” without a second thought he pulled the needles out. He hated hospitals. Cody hasn’t really been in a hospital before but he’s been close a few times. Seeing his bag near the bed he quickly got up and changed from the hospital gown and into his usual jeans, boots, shirt, and dark red hoodie. Flipping his hood up Cody looked through his bag. “Please have my meds in here...” checking his pockets and every pouch in his bag Cody began to stress. “Oh god no... they have to be in here.” His blue eyes shining with worry he started to pace the small room.
Where’s Ty? He’d know what to do...
Hearing noises coming from the hall Cody froze. Grabbing his bag he threw it over his shoulder and snuck out into the hall. Man, I wish I had something to defend myself. God damn it.
Peering around the dark hallway Cody quietly dig through his bag to find something, anything, he could use to defend himself. His hand found cold metal and he tensed. He forgot he still carried that with him. His fingers curled around the smooth metal of the all to familiar object as he slowly pulled it out of his bag. The small pocket knife felt so natural in his grip it scared him. At least now it would have a good purpose. Closing his bag, and making sure it was secure on his back, Cody flipped the small knife open.
Ty would kill me if he found out I still carried this. He’d baby me more than he already does. Granted I do the same thing to him but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.
Subconsciously he pulled his sleeves down more over his wrists as he debated which way down the hall to turn when he heard a voice call out. ‘Where is everyone?’ Cody chuckled to himself humorlessly, “I could be asking that same question.” Opting to follow the voice he headed towards it. He pulled his hood farther over his head and blue hair Cody tightened his grip on his knife.
Best to be prepared if this goes south.
Ana heard the shout as soon as it was projected out through the wards. She jumped several feet into the air, slamming her hand against the window, half to steady herself, half in automatic self-defense. The silence felt violated, as though the echo shouldn't have been there in this silent, dark hospital. She took a few moments to catch her breath, trying to decide whether she actually had heard something or not. The silence had moved back in, like darkness around a torch switched on and then back off again.
"H-" She bit back on the word, suddenly paranoid, scared to break the silence. It felt sacred somehow, unnerving to disturb, like a home in the dead-hour morning. The carpet was soft underfoot, a pleasant dark blue, although it was hard to make out in this kind of gloom. The room had been made homely, as hospitals tended to do in the private wards. It would have been a room for a long-term patient, like the rooms she had seen in the Netherlands, when Parke fell ill with Parkinson's. She had been eight when her papa had had the final call, telling him they were waiting for him to get on a plane and see his father one last time before they turned off the life support. They could make hospital rooms as homely as they liked, but they would never be more than what they were.
"Hello...?" She ventured, barely more than a whisper. She headed to the door, pushing it open an inch to look down the corridor, almost having convinced herself there never had been a sound, after all. She squinted. A long way down the hall, something was dimly permeating the gloom.
"Is that the doctor...? Is the power out?" She had lowered her voice to a whisper in general now, even talking to the robot now hovering in the center of the room.
Leaving the room is not advised. Awaiting doctor's status.
"What's down there?"
Leaving the room is not advised. Please await further instructions.
Ana gave up again, pushing it softly open, just a little further, until she could step out into the corridor. The hospital clothes floated uncomfortably around her bare calves. She held her breath, squinting, trying to make out whatever she had seen at the end of the corridor. There must have been movement. There must have been.
Warning. Warning. Do not exit the room.
She ignored the robot again, leaving the room one step at a time, inching forward, straining to see what must have been at the end of the corridor. "Are there people here?"
Safety protocol engaged. Escort underway.
"Why? This is a hospital. Why do you have safety protocol? What's going on?"
Facility compromised. Power locks down. It is advisable not to leave the rooms. Your escort is underway. It had exited the room after her, floating along behind her, emitting as much nervousness as it was possible for a robot to emit.
"I'm going to see what that is."
This is not advised.
Ignoring the thing once again, she started to make her way down the corridor, her soft footfalls muffled by the carpet and her lack of shoes. She kept to the wall, hands against it, unsure what she could come across in the dark. As far as she remembered, wards had as little clutter as possible to allow nurses to get through quickly, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be any. This whole situation was making her uneasy.
Behind her, the robot hovered along, whirring quietly. The noise was making her jumpy, but at the same time it was comforting. As robotic as robots were, at least she wasn't completely on her own in this long, dark hospital corridor. She had played enough horror games in her time to be wary of dark hospitals.
As she continued, what she had seen at the end of the corridor became a little easier to make out in the gloom. It was a person, a doctor at that, with the sterile clothing to prove it. She sped up towards them, eager to find out what was going on, relieved she wasn't the only person here. "Hello...?" She still couldn't bring her voice above a whisper.
Warning. Warning. Follow safety protocol back to the rooms.
"Hello?" She forced herself to be louder, finally drawing their attention, but as they lifted their head she froze, rooted to the spot. It was half-skeletal, looking back at her with eyes half rotted, and now she could take it all in she could hear the wheezing, whittling of its breath, as though through a punctured lung. It stopped tapping at the door it had been focusing on, the lurch drawing it towards her. She was frozen in place, panic keeping her rooted to the spot.
Safety protocol engaged. Follow instructions back to the rooms.
The robot was doing something, whirring away as the thing lurched towards her, and then there was the flash of a flare and her brain finally connected with her feet to run. She twisted, stumbling down the corridor, the whirring catching up with her easily. The corridor curved away at the other end, the flickering light of some kind of lantern dimly illuminating the shape. She didn't call out, terrified it would just be more of them, trying to see towards any possible escape route in the dark as the thing shuffled on behind her.
Ana heard the shout as soon as it was projected out through the wards. She jumped several feet into the air, slamming her hand against the window, half to steady herself, half in automatic self-defense. The silence felt violated, as though the echo shouldn't have been there in this silent, dark hospital. She took a few moments to catch her breath, trying to decide whether she actually had heard something or not. The silence had moved back in, like darkness around a torch switched on and then back off again.
"H-" She bit back on the word, suddenly paranoid, scared to break the silence. It felt sacred somehow, unnerving to disturb, like a home in the dead-hour morning. The carpet was soft underfoot, a pleasant dark blue, although it was hard to make out in this kind of gloom. The room had been made homely, as hospitals tended to do in the private wards. It would have been a room for a long-term patient, like the rooms she had seen in the Netherlands, when Parke fell ill with Parkinson's. She had been eight when her papa had had the final call, telling him they were waiting for him to get on a plane and see his father one last time before they turned off the life support. They could make hospital rooms as homely as they liked, but they would never be more than what they were.
"Hello...?" She ventured, barely more than a whisper. She headed to the door, pushing it open an inch to look down the corridor, almost having convinced herself there never had been a sound, after all. She squinted. A long way down the hall, something was dimly permeating the gloom.
"Is that the doctor...? Is the power out?" She had lowered her voice to a whisper in general now, even talking to the robot now hovering in the center of the room.
Leaving the room is not advised. Awaiting doctor's status.
"What's down there?"
Leaving the room is not advised. Please await further instructions.
Ana gave up again, pushing it softly open, just a little further, until she could step out into the corridor. The hospital clothes floated uncomfortably around her bare calves. She held her breath, squinting, trying to make out whatever she had seen at the end of the corridor. There must have been movement. There must have been.
Warning. Warning. Do not exit the room.
She ignored the robot again, leaving the room one step at a time, inching forward, straining to see what must have been at the end of the corridor. "Are there people here?"
Safety protocol engaged. Escort underway.
"Why? This is a hospital. Why do you have safety protocol? What's going on?"
Facility compromised. Power locks down. It is advisable not to leave the rooms. Your escort is underway. It had exited the room after her, floating along behind her, emitting as much nervousness as it was possible for a robot to emit.
"I'm going to see what that is."
This is not advised.
Ignoring the thing once again, she started to make her way down the corridor, her soft footfalls muffled by the carpet and her lack of shoes. She kept to the wall, hands against it, unsure what she could come across in the dark. As far as she remembered, wards had as little clutter as possible to allow nurses to get through quickly, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be any. This whole situation was making her uneasy.
Behind her, the robot hovered along, whirring quietly. The noise was making her jumpy, but at the same time it was comforting. As robotic as robots were, at least she wasn't completely on her own in this long, dark hospital corridor. She had played enough horror games in her time to be wary of dark hospitals.
As she continued, what she had seen at the end of the corridor became a little easier to make out in the gloom. It was a person, a doctor at that, with the sterile clothing to prove it. She sped up towards them, eager to find out what was going on, relieved she wasn't the only person here. "Hello...?" She still couldn't bring her voice above a whisper.
Warning. Warning. Follow safety protocol back to the rooms.
"Hello?" She forced herself to be louder, finally drawing their attention, but as they lifted their head she froze, rooted to the spot. It was half-skeletal, looking back at her with eyes half rotted, and now she could take it all in she could hear the wheezing, whittling of its breath, as though through a punctured lung. It stopped tapping at the door it had been focusing on, the lurch drawing it towards her. She was frozen in place, panic keeping her rooted to the spot.
Safety protocol engaged. Follow instructions back to the rooms.
The robot was doing something, whirring away as the thing lurched towards her, and then there was the flash of a flare and her brain finally connected with her feet to run. She twisted, stumbling down the corridor, the whirring catching up with her easily. The corridor curved away at the other end, the flickering light of some kind of lantern dimly illuminating the shape. She didn't call out, terrified it would just be more of them, trying to see towards any possible escape route in the dark as the thing shuffled on behind her.
It was mightily uncomfortable to be moving around in the hospital garment, but thankfully the wardrobes in the room seem to be containing more less revealing robe that they’ve out her in for certain purpose, Scarlet cringed at the thought but that’s just how they had to do it. The outfit clearly wasn’t hers but she’ll have to make do, noticed that all of her actual belongings must have been kept in a room somewhere in this hospital, since there was no way they’d ship those back to her parents in the State. Given herself a look over in the mirror in a dark room, it was a white outfit, it could have look better if she tucked her shirt in her pants but f*ck that, she decided that she’d go with this until she found her own stuff.
One last look at the silent room as her hand on the door handle, gulped a bit before she pushed the door open, slowly and carefully. Oh hell was the first thing that came to her mind as she was met with a dark hallway, with flickery and dimly light, something straight out of a horror film or game if you ask her. One hand on the door frame and she lowered herself, looking left and right to find not a single soul was walking down the corridor, like they should in a hospital like this, where are all the nurses and their pushing trays? And where are the doctors? Something told her that she wouldn’t going to like what she see next. Scarlet was half wondering whether she had signed herself up for a reality game show or something in her drunken stage.
“This is not f*cking funny.” Scarlet tried calling out, looking around warily as if a camera was set up somewhere just to watch her p*ss herself. She hissed through her gritted teeth, she could have called out loud but something told that it wouldn’t be a good idea to do so “I swear drugging people and putting them into a f*cking game show that they signed while being intoxicated is worth some jail time for you a**holes, not to mention taking all of my sh*ts as well.” Her precious watch was nowhere to be found and she was highly irritated, these mother******* were going to get it when she gotten out of here and call her lawyer.
“Goddam-” However she was cut off by a sudden voice broke through the silence, sounded like an adult man, though he was a bit far away according to the echoing. She could have went to him, squared him right up and demand to be taken out of this god forsaken place and that she’ll definitely put his a** in community service. But something told her that she shouldn’t be trusting anyone, they could have been another script in this sick play that she’ll definitely punch the director in the face for doing this. So Scarlet turned and walked in the other way, staying close to the wall and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious and had her guard on very high alert, she will definitely swing her fist at anyone that jump out on her.
Hadn’t expect the British to be into this kind of stupid thing too, she had thought only the Americans take pleasure in watching people p*ssing themselves and crying in a game show. However when she approached the corner, she could hear, or rather feel that someone was running down the hall, heading towards her to be exact “What the f-” Scarlet didn’t have time to react, to jump out of the way or catch the person in a tight grip as they barreled into each other, all of the air inside her lungs were pushed out as the person fell right on top of her and elbowed her ribs. With a sharp gasp, she narrowed her eyes, craned her neck to look at the person who just ran into her, it was a young woman, in her early 20s perhaps, and she look like she just saw a ghost.
“What in the name-” Scarlet hissed through her teeth but her words were caught inside her throat as there seem to be a robot that’s hovering right next to them “W-what the hell?! What kind of Terminator sh*t is this??” She pointed a finger at the robot, temporarily forgot that she was failing to try to push herself up on her elbows and to crawl away from the robot, but the woman on top of her was sort of preventing that, and she also failed to noticed another thing slowly making its way after the said woman.
It was mightily uncomfortable to be moving around in the hospital garment, but thankfully the wardrobes in the room seem to be containing more less revealing robe that they’ve out her in for certain purpose, Scarlet cringed at the thought but that’s just how they had to do it. The outfit clearly wasn’t hers but she’ll have to make do, noticed that all of her actual belongings must have been kept in a room somewhere in this hospital, since there was no way they’d ship those back to her parents in the State. Given herself a look over in the mirror in a dark room, it was a white outfit, it could have look better if she tucked her shirt in her pants but f*ck that, she decided that she’d go with this until she found her own stuff.
One last look at the silent room as her hand on the door handle, gulped a bit before she pushed the door open, slowly and carefully. Oh hell was the first thing that came to her mind as she was met with a dark hallway, with flickery and dimly light, something straight out of a horror film or game if you ask her. One hand on the door frame and she lowered herself, looking left and right to find not a single soul was walking down the corridor, like they should in a hospital like this, where are all the nurses and their pushing trays? And where are the doctors? Something told her that she wouldn’t going to like what she see next. Scarlet was half wondering whether she had signed herself up for a reality game show or something in her drunken stage.
“This is not f*cking funny.” Scarlet tried calling out, looking around warily as if a camera was set up somewhere just to watch her p*ss herself. She hissed through her gritted teeth, she could have called out loud but something told that it wouldn’t be a good idea to do so “I swear drugging people and putting them into a f*cking game show that they signed while being intoxicated is worth some jail time for you a**holes, not to mention taking all of my sh*ts as well.” Her precious watch was nowhere to be found and she was highly irritated, these mother******* were going to get it when she gotten out of here and call her lawyer.
“Goddam-” However she was cut off by a sudden voice broke through the silence, sounded like an adult man, though he was a bit far away according to the echoing. She could have went to him, squared him right up and demand to be taken out of this god forsaken place and that she’ll definitely put his a** in community service. But something told her that she shouldn’t be trusting anyone, they could have been another script in this sick play that she’ll definitely punch the director in the face for doing this. So Scarlet turned and walked in the other way, staying close to the wall and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious and had her guard on very high alert, she will definitely swing her fist at anyone that jump out on her.
Hadn’t expect the British to be into this kind of stupid thing too, she had thought only the Americans take pleasure in watching people p*ssing themselves and crying in a game show. However when she approached the corner, she could hear, or rather feel that someone was running down the hall, heading towards her to be exact “What the f-” Scarlet didn’t have time to react, to jump out of the way or catch the person in a tight grip as they barreled into each other, all of the air inside her lungs were pushed out as the person fell right on top of her and elbowed her ribs. With a sharp gasp, she narrowed her eyes, craned her neck to look at the person who just ran into her, it was a young woman, in her early 20s perhaps, and she look like she just saw a ghost.
“What in the name-” Scarlet hissed through her teeth but her words were caught inside her throat as there seem to be a robot that’s hovering right next to them “W-what the hell?! What kind of Terminator sh*t is this??” She pointed a finger at the robot, temporarily forgot that she was failing to try to push herself up on her elbows and to crawl away from the robot, but the woman on top of her was sort of preventing that, and she also failed to noticed another thing slowly making its way after the said woman.
Ana would have screamed when she barelled into what could have been another one of them, but the human voice had the sound catching in her throat. She shoved herself away from the person, pushing herself half to her feet, ready to run, aware that there was this obstacle on one side of her and the dead thing on the other side. "Who are you? Where is everyone?"
All patients please return to your rooms. Facility security is compromised.
Ana was only mildly aware of what the robot was saying, her mind freezing in horror at the sound of shuffling coming down the corridor. "It's coming! We've got to go that way, where did you come from?" She yanked herself back to her feet, almost subconsciously pulling down the frustrating hospital clothes made to be as bland and unhelpful as possible.
The robot whirred along, apparently taking more notice of their status as out of their rooms than the thing coming along behind it. Ana couldn't look at it directly. She didn't want to comprehend what it was, but it was all probably a dream anyway.
Ana would have screamed when she barelled into what could have been another one of them, but the human voice had the sound catching in her throat. She shoved herself away from the person, pushing herself half to her feet, ready to run, aware that there was this obstacle on one side of her and the dead thing on the other side. "Who are you? Where is everyone?"
All patients please return to your rooms. Facility security is compromised.
Ana was only mildly aware of what the robot was saying, her mind freezing in horror at the sound of shuffling coming down the corridor. "It's coming! We've got to go that way, where did you come from?" She yanked herself back to her feet, almost subconsciously pulling down the frustrating hospital clothes made to be as bland and unhelpful as possible.
The robot whirred along, apparently taking more notice of their status as out of their rooms than the thing coming along behind it. Ana couldn't look at it directly. She didn't want to comprehend what it was, but it was all probably a dream anyway.
((Warning(?): gory descriptions and horrible vietnamese))
“Oh, doc,” Quinn said with a relieved sigh, relaxing her posture and her grip on the knife at the sight of the milky-cloaked figure. In fact, the girl was so pleased by the presence of a doctor, she didn’t stop to consider the oddity of the situation. A heavy-breathing, slouched, robed figure, standing in the middle of a dark hallway not even bothering to turn around to look at the small Asian girl who’d appeared behind him wasn’t an everyday circumstance.
“Ah, sorry for my aggression earlier,” she said, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. “But could you tell me what’s going on? All the lights are off and there doesn’t seem to be anyone else here.”
When the doctor didn’t reply, Quinn warily walked forward, eyebrows furrowed, heartbeat speeding up again. She reached out a thin hand and gently tapped the man’s shoulders. “Uh, hello?”
*gore starts*
The thing that turned around definitely wasn’t human. Or at least, it wasn’t a human anymore. Quinn jumped back in shock, taking short, shallow breaths. “Cai deo gi day? (What the f*ck?)” she muttered under her breath, eyes darting around the figure that stood in front of her. The ‘doctor’ very much resembled a reanimated corpse. Clearly, the hospital didn’t do its job well. His, no, its, face seemed like it was torn off by a wild animal, rotting flesh dangling from its chin. Its eyes were sunken deep into its skull, dim and dead. Rust-coloured blood stained its dirtied shirt, that is, what little material of it was left, for a gaping hole was torn across it, revealing ivory ribs. Decaying flesh barely held on to bones, and she could see the jagged rise and fall of its lungs as the Thing took ragged breaths.
A filthy hand reached out for her, grabbing on to her coat, chipped and yellowing fingernails digging into her arm. Its grip was surprisingly strong; inhuman. Quinn hissed, an equally inhuman sound, at the touch of the Thing, and gave it a sharp kick to the crotch. Its grip loosened, just enough for her to tear her arm free and stab its decaying eyes with her pocket knife. That didn’t stop the Thing. It made another grab for her, more aggressively this time, arms haphazardly swinging, desperate to land a hit. Before the Thing could do anything, Quinn gave some sharp, quick kicks and punches, only wincing slightly at the pain in her left leg. She supposed all those tae kwon do lessons paid off.
*gore ends*
The (now traumatised) girl dashed away as soon as the opportunity presented itself, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. Each breath tore painfully through her lungs, her leg was painfully aching, dark spots appeared at the edge of her vision, and her mind felt woozy on adrenaline and whatever thing she’d been drugged on. Even so, she continued to run forward as fast as possible. “F*ck!” she swore, tilting her head up and closing her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, Quinn could imagine the mangled figure in front of her, posture slouched, breathing heavily, prepared to attack.
When she couldn’t run any more, the girl retreated into a room whose door was left ajar, immediately searching for a bottle of alcohol. Once she’d located one, Quinn doused as much of the stuff on her body as possible. Her arms, legs, clothing, and face were covered in the stuff, the strength of the ******* causing her eyes to water. The sting on her open wounds were a welcome distraction from what she’d just experienced.
“Tôi mu?n ch?t (I want to die),” she groaned, as she slid down a counter and onto the floor, bad leg stretched out in front of her.
((Warning(?): gory descriptions and horrible vietnamese))
“Oh, doc,” Quinn said with a relieved sigh, relaxing her posture and her grip on the knife at the sight of the milky-cloaked figure. In fact, the girl was so pleased by the presence of a doctor, she didn’t stop to consider the oddity of the situation. A heavy-breathing, slouched, robed figure, standing in the middle of a dark hallway not even bothering to turn around to look at the small Asian girl who’d appeared behind him wasn’t an everyday circumstance.
“Ah, sorry for my aggression earlier,” she said, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. “But could you tell me what’s going on? All the lights are off and there doesn’t seem to be anyone else here.”
When the doctor didn’t reply, Quinn warily walked forward, eyebrows furrowed, heartbeat speeding up again. She reached out a thin hand and gently tapped the man’s shoulders. “Uh, hello?”
*gore starts*
The thing that turned around definitely wasn’t human. Or at least, it wasn’t a human anymore. Quinn jumped back in shock, taking short, shallow breaths. “Cai deo gi day? (What the f*ck?)” she muttered under her breath, eyes darting around the figure that stood in front of her. The ‘doctor’ very much resembled a reanimated corpse. Clearly, the hospital didn’t do its job well. His, no, its, face seemed like it was torn off by a wild animal, rotting flesh dangling from its chin. Its eyes were sunken deep into its skull, dim and dead. Rust-coloured blood stained its dirtied shirt, that is, what little material of it was left, for a gaping hole was torn across it, revealing ivory ribs. Decaying flesh barely held on to bones, and she could see the jagged rise and fall of its lungs as the Thing took ragged breaths.
A filthy hand reached out for her, grabbing on to her coat, chipped and yellowing fingernails digging into her arm. Its grip was surprisingly strong; inhuman. Quinn hissed, an equally inhuman sound, at the touch of the Thing, and gave it a sharp kick to the crotch. Its grip loosened, just enough for her to tear her arm free and stab its decaying eyes with her pocket knife. That didn’t stop the Thing. It made another grab for her, more aggressively this time, arms haphazardly swinging, desperate to land a hit. Before the Thing could do anything, Quinn gave some sharp, quick kicks and punches, only wincing slightly at the pain in her left leg. She supposed all those tae kwon do lessons paid off.
*gore ends*
The (now traumatised) girl dashed away as soon as the opportunity presented itself, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. Each breath tore painfully through her lungs, her leg was painfully aching, dark spots appeared at the edge of her vision, and her mind felt woozy on adrenaline and whatever thing she’d been drugged on. Even so, she continued to run forward as fast as possible. “F*ck!” she swore, tilting her head up and closing her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, Quinn could imagine the mangled figure in front of her, posture slouched, breathing heavily, prepared to attack.
When she couldn’t run any more, the girl retreated into a room whose door was left ajar, immediately searching for a bottle of alcohol. Once she’d located one, Quinn doused as much of the stuff on her body as possible. Her arms, legs, clothing, and face were covered in the stuff, the strength of the ******* causing her eyes to water. The sting on her open wounds were a welcome distraction from what she’d just experienced.
“Tôi mu?n ch?t (I want to die),” she groaned, as she slid down a counter and onto the floor, bad leg stretched out in front of her.
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There were voices. Too many voices. They would guess at least five people were walking around, and most of them are saying something. Questions as to where they are . . . Who’s around . . . They were tempted to shout back, “Of course there’s people around? Do you not hear the voices and steps?” But even as curious as they were to what is happening, they ain’t going to give up their last aventage just yet. If they stay silent, and Lady Luck is on their side, perhaps they’ll wonder upon Vi. Then she’d do the “action” part for both of them. Tokyo couldn’t knock someone out even if they were standing still right in front of them, and they striked with all their strength. Nor would they want to hurt someone like that . . . Perhaps sometimes they wished they could be strong. They were always strong in their fantasies. But . . . Those are only Dreams. They’d never been more than the receiver end of a wound.
Sighing, they stayed even closer to the wall, letting reality wash over their mind again. Now is not the time to be someone who they’ll never be. They didn’t recognize Vi’s voice in those voices, making sense since they knew the cautious veteran well enough that she’s the kind to silently stalk, then strike like a hidden predator, ripping apart their prey . . . But the thought made them worried if she was taken to another place. Sh** what if she’s two hundred kilometers away? How would they ever find her again? In fact, how will they live after this? Assuming they survive this of course . . . But what if she actually hated them? That she purposely left them alone and didn’t want to find them? What had they done for her anyways but be a burden? Tokyo tried not to listen to their imagination, which is already doing its job of weaving a wild tale based around reality. That this was a haunted hospital, and the voices were past patients who died in the hands of demonic doctors. The droids are actually the doctors, who implanted their minds into robots to continue living. Even as unrealistic as that sounds, the thought was muddling with their views on the real world, and they couldn’t help but feel like they’re in danger. LIfe endangering danger.
Eventually giving up on their search, which was progressing very slowly. Due to being worried about if a trap door would open up beneath their steps, or some sort of trap to be activated, they were talking only two or three steps a minute. Even knowing how unrealistic they’re being, they couldn’t shake the worries off. Unsettled and tired, Tokyo’s head spinned and they sat down against the wall. If they don't’ move . . . Then nothing would be activated. They think. To be honest the best thing to do is to get out, but the hallway seems to just drag on forever and forever, most likely due to their slow pace however. Hugging their knees close to their chest and leaning against the wall, they tried to minimize the space they take up.
Chilling air bashed against their bareskin and they pulled their sleeves down as far as they can go, covering the scars wrapping around their wrists like parasites, pulled down their hood, and tried to stay warm. They had questions, like all the people, or whatever is out there to be honest, around. They had a desperate curiosity to who they are. But Tokyo was never one for adventure. They would rather sit down with a cup of latte, a stack of paper, and five pencils plus one or two pen. Warm and indoors, not in some freaky facility like this one with nothing but a phone!
Making a small note to bring a small notepad with a small pencil next time they get a chance if they go out, they started to wait for anyone to come and get them. Just someone . . . Anyone . . . As long as they knew someone has their back, immediately they feel more safe. Then would they explore. Rubbing their cold bare hands together for warmth, Tokyo held their hands close to their cheeks, grasping onto any ounce of heat they can feel from their palms. Shivering, they waited. They had give in on trying to hide how panicked they are right now, and their face actually showed emotions through their normally blank look, their eyes darting around nervously.
Somebody come and find me . . .
~~~~~~~~~
There were voices. Unhelpful, as they were confusing her as to where to go. She couldn’t hear Tokyo, though she didn’t expect them to reply. Silently continueing her stalking, she was tempted to shout and make all of the shut the fu** up, and speak up one by one so they can actually group together and not just be calling out like idiots. But she’d learned life isn’t like the military. People don’t listen to you obediently sometimes. They aren’t as . . . disciplined.
Both disappointing to hear, also interesting to see what they would do.
Or another possibility she can invision, would only need one more thing. A pistol. Fire it into the air, scare the fu** out of them or something, and she bet half of them would all make some sort of noise. Like firing into a rabbit hole, watch the rabbit run out in panic and then hunt them down one by one, stripped of their protections. Repeat till they find each other. Boom. Done. Yeah, it means some might get scared. Some might get hurt. Some might hate her. But hey, at least they get out! They all have their goals done! If they would just all throw away stupid feelings and do the task on hand efficiently. Sometimes sacrifices are necessary, and being scared really isn’t that big of a deal, at least in her opinion.
Holding her hand out as if she had a gun and fake shooting, she made a sighing look with her lips again. She wasn’t even sure why she’s so easily irritated today. Even more than normal. Tokyo would’ve made a joke out of that . . . Sh** you bit** stop thinking about them so much! You don’t need them! You’re going to leave them after you go to the army. Now fend for yourself! She thought, now frustrated at herself. Nearly starting to click her tongue like she does when she’s pi**ed or irritated or just generally impatient, she zipped her lips and tried to narrow in on one target at a time. One at a time . . . Footsteps are the hardest. Some from behind her some from ahead. All from different type of shoes. Vi was glad not to hear any rushed ones. Yet. At least no mad serial killers around . . . or there are, but the killer is smart enough to stalk their blind prey until they puncture the victim’s heart . . . Just another thing she found annoying about living with Tokyo. She’s starting to lose control of her mind. She never drifted like that before . . .
Well she once did, but that was back when her mother was still on the face of this damned earth.
Kicking at the air to release some of the pressured tenseness in her, she eventually decided she can’t find a particular way to go, and just continued walking the way she’s facing. There seemed to be noises from both sides anyways, and it didn’t matter where she went. Everything was dark. Everything was quiet but the noises people are making from the same confusion dawning her too. No weapons. Though she doesn’t get beaten easily. Even a bullet wound at the shoulder didn’t stop her, and that was on the fields, with gunshots everywhere, blood, death-- Unpleasant memories certainly . . . Muttering a curse in mandarin, which Tokyo had helpfully volunteered that information as their father said it all the time, any time. They also said technically the term is from Taiwan, but never less, a different language. It's a good curse when you want to call someone, or yourself, a dumba** without them knowing.
Even without her gun, the woman was imposing as ever, with her tall height, strong build, and scars. Especially the one on her eye. She does admit that it lowers her vision slightly on her right side, where the scar is, meaning she doesn’t have perfect vision?making her unable to be a sniper. But she prefers to go close combat, or short distance at least and not stay far away anyways. The adrenaline takes her mind off from thinking about social problems and the things society expected from her. The things that aren’t actually necessary to live. Friends. Family. Love. If she won’t die without them she can live without them. Lets her release all her energy on fighting for her life too. Ever since she takes this little break, she was finding herself that she was starting to want family and a friend. Perhaps why she let Tokyo in. She had once even horrified herself by having a thought to date someone. Once she gets back in the fields, those thoughts will be gone . . . she won't be attached to anyone anymore . . . and won’t be pained when they leave.
And she’s drifting from her current goal again. Sh**. Speeding up her pace to finally get out of this place alive and in one piece, or leave behind a few small pieces if necessary, she finally noticed a figure ahead of her. Not pausing to check who it is, even as how Vi’s glad to see something other than endless walls and darkness, she still was . . . suspicious. These days she’s suspicious of everything. Slowly approaching with careful steps and observing eyes, she opened her mouth to say something when she could finally see the figure’s face, and the first thing she could remember herself saying was,
“Tá M? De Na **** Xi Shi Sha Po Ming Tang A?” (What the fu** is that thing?)
She took notice of its basically ripped apart face, looking more of a mangled piece of flesh than a face. She didn’t have time to take in every single detail of this thing, but it resembled horrifyingly close to a piece of meat, tossed into an airplane engine, over and over again. Red alert was flashing in her head like mad, and adrenaline ran through her body. Then everything happened in less than a minute or something, and she could only mildly be sure of exactly what her instinct had told her to do. It had been too long since she was in an actual fight. Punching the corpse straight at the head and torso before attempting to trip it. It would be helpful to have some sort of weaponry. Anything! Fu** she’ll even take a butter knife! A fu**ing BUTTER KNIFE! Never had she wished she smudged Occisor in and bring her swiss knife around. The peaceful life had softened her up . . . Taking in notice that none of the things are bring the thing down, she eventually had to do one of the things she hated the most.
To Retreat.
One of her old Sergeants used to say that a good soldier knows when to retreat. And she hated it. She hated looking like a coward. But for right now she is not going to die. Taking a small step back, she was swearing faster than she ever did, a mixed flurry of mandarin and english and other slips of other languages she’d picked up along the way. Panic was slipping through her eyes for the first time, as she was facing a seemly unbeatable opponent. At least an unbeatable opponent if you’re fighting bare hand! Trying to catch the thing off guard, she suddenly dashed to the side, did a somersault, landing behind the thing. Then she turned, and ran the hardest she ever did in her life.
Tearing through the hallway without resting to see what is going behind her, for all she knew it could be getting its half ripped hands covered with blood right on her shoulder and she didn’t stop. Didn’t stop until something stop her. Not until something physically stopped her. As she ran her mind slowly recovered from the mental shock in seeing something that belonged only in Tokyo’s dreams. NOT HERS! Corpses remain dead! She was never scared of death. Happens all the time on the field. It's something that she seen before. Its something she expects to see again. A lot. It's just death! Cycle of life . .. But this one was different. It was motherfu**ing alive and doing whatever basta**d sh** it was doing! Oh wait, trying to fu**ing kill her? This strangely reminded her of the hunger games. The people in this hallway are the tributes. This facility, and a depressing part of her whispered the rest of the world, is the arena, and this things are the fu**ing EVERYTHING ELSE.
Pushing down the part of her screaming, “You’re going to die!! The world is ending!!”, which is disrupting her logical reasonings before, she quickly made a plan. Sort of. Find a room. Get a weapon. Then find the exit. But then it dawned on her that Tokyo wouldn’t ever be able to survive with that thing. They can’t even knock someone out cold even if that person’s just standing there. Muttering a curse, the thoughts dazzled their way through her head, messing with her senses. She had never felt so, confused. She had little knowledge of what is going on. Little resources, basically none to be honest. There was no plan when there’s nothing to FU**ING BASE THINGS OFF ON! She was even swearing and screaming in head more often.
Come on Inza you’re a veteran stop being such an as--
Then she crashed, ramming into some woman who she didn’t even get to take notice of who exactly she is, only taking in that this is a human looking being who is, at least not yet, those corpse beings. Her voice was as crisp and clear as ever, but it was shaking and she was panting, losing her grip on her usual strictly controlled self. She felt like not a soldier, but someone normal. Like herself before her dear mother died.
“Na hun dan (That basta**d/a**hole)--coming--behind--us, get in the room, now-- anyone have a fu**ing gun?”
~~~~~~
They were mentally shocked.
One thing they were sitting there, minding their own emo dark depressive loner corner, as they like to call it, and then they wished Vi was here. And then she was. For a moment or two. She just tear through the air in front of them, not even pausing to notice Tokyo, who at first thought she was them hellucating, as there is no way they could just get what they want from thinking. Taking in notice of her seemly shocked, they knew her well enough to see the bits of panic flecked in her green eyes. They had never seen her panic however. Never. She was always the strong one. They were always the one that cowers . . . too afraid to kill, or hurt someone. She was running at a speed fast enough that when Tokyo finally got to their senses and realized she was actually there, and they scrambled to their feets, trying to call her name. But before the words left their lips, they noticed the thing behind her.
And screamed at the top of their lungs.
“Na Sha Ya? Na She Me Gui Hun Dan A? Bei Qi A!” (What is that? What kind of sh** is that?)
((I give up on accents xP))
Jus the bits of flesh hanging from all over its body is already summoning their worst nightmares. Their imagination stretching the image infront of them ten fold, making the corpse larger and scarier and even more . . . nightmarish. Fiendish. Never been a logic based person, Tokyo concluded from this sight. The world is ending. Zombie Apocalypse. Im going to die. Better start writing my death note. Not that I have anything left to give. Backing away, their steps quickened from a slow backstep to a full on sprint, running into the nearest room, pushing the door open, slamming it shut and making sure it stays shut, before slumping onto the ground, heavy pants erupting from their throat.
What was that.
They were shuddering, their face pale and eyes widen. They felt like they were in some sort of fu**ing videogame. One of their old favorites were zombie apocalypses. But they never imagined it would come true one day!
There were voices. Too many voices. They would guess at least five people were walking around, and most of them are saying something. Questions as to where they are . . . Who’s around . . . They were tempted to shout back, “Of course there’s people around? Do you not hear the voices and steps?” But even as curious as they were to what is happening, they ain’t going to give up their last aventage just yet. If they stay silent, and Lady Luck is on their side, perhaps they’ll wonder upon Vi. Then she’d do the “action” part for both of them. Tokyo couldn’t knock someone out even if they were standing still right in front of them, and they striked with all their strength. Nor would they want to hurt someone like that . . . Perhaps sometimes they wished they could be strong. They were always strong in their fantasies. But . . . Those are only Dreams. They’d never been more than the receiver end of a wound.
Sighing, they stayed even closer to the wall, letting reality wash over their mind again. Now is not the time to be someone who they’ll never be. They didn’t recognize Vi’s voice in those voices, making sense since they knew the cautious veteran well enough that she’s the kind to silently stalk, then strike like a hidden predator, ripping apart their prey . . . But the thought made them worried if she was taken to another place. Sh** what if she’s two hundred kilometers away? How would they ever find her again? In fact, how will they live after this? Assuming they survive this of course . . . But what if she actually hated them? That she purposely left them alone and didn’t want to find them? What had they done for her anyways but be a burden? Tokyo tried not to listen to their imagination, which is already doing its job of weaving a wild tale based around reality. That this was a haunted hospital, and the voices were past patients who died in the hands of demonic doctors. The droids are actually the doctors, who implanted their minds into robots to continue living. Even as unrealistic as that sounds, the thought was muddling with their views on the real world, and they couldn’t help but feel like they’re in danger. LIfe endangering danger.
Eventually giving up on their search, which was progressing very slowly. Due to being worried about if a trap door would open up beneath their steps, or some sort of trap to be activated, they were talking only two or three steps a minute. Even knowing how unrealistic they’re being, they couldn’t shake the worries off. Unsettled and tired, Tokyo’s head spinned and they sat down against the wall. If they don't’ move . . . Then nothing would be activated. They think. To be honest the best thing to do is to get out, but the hallway seems to just drag on forever and forever, most likely due to their slow pace however. Hugging their knees close to their chest and leaning against the wall, they tried to minimize the space they take up.
Chilling air bashed against their bareskin and they pulled their sleeves down as far as they can go, covering the scars wrapping around their wrists like parasites, pulled down their hood, and tried to stay warm. They had questions, like all the people, or whatever is out there to be honest, around. They had a desperate curiosity to who they are. But Tokyo was never one for adventure. They would rather sit down with a cup of latte, a stack of paper, and five pencils plus one or two pen. Warm and indoors, not in some freaky facility like this one with nothing but a phone!
Making a small note to bring a small notepad with a small pencil next time they get a chance if they go out, they started to wait for anyone to come and get them. Just someone . . . Anyone . . . As long as they knew someone has their back, immediately they feel more safe. Then would they explore. Rubbing their cold bare hands together for warmth, Tokyo held their hands close to their cheeks, grasping onto any ounce of heat they can feel from their palms. Shivering, they waited. They had give in on trying to hide how panicked they are right now, and their face actually showed emotions through their normally blank look, their eyes darting around nervously.
Somebody come and find me . . .
~~~~~~~~~
There were voices. Unhelpful, as they were confusing her as to where to go. She couldn’t hear Tokyo, though she didn’t expect them to reply. Silently continueing her stalking, she was tempted to shout and make all of the shut the fu** up, and speak up one by one so they can actually group together and not just be calling out like idiots. But she’d learned life isn’t like the military. People don’t listen to you obediently sometimes. They aren’t as . . . disciplined.
Both disappointing to hear, also interesting to see what they would do.
Or another possibility she can invision, would only need one more thing. A pistol. Fire it into the air, scare the fu** out of them or something, and she bet half of them would all make some sort of noise. Like firing into a rabbit hole, watch the rabbit run out in panic and then hunt them down one by one, stripped of their protections. Repeat till they find each other. Boom. Done. Yeah, it means some might get scared. Some might get hurt. Some might hate her. But hey, at least they get out! They all have their goals done! If they would just all throw away stupid feelings and do the task on hand efficiently. Sometimes sacrifices are necessary, and being scared really isn’t that big of a deal, at least in her opinion.
Holding her hand out as if she had a gun and fake shooting, she made a sighing look with her lips again. She wasn’t even sure why she’s so easily irritated today. Even more than normal. Tokyo would’ve made a joke out of that . . . Sh** you bit** stop thinking about them so much! You don’t need them! You’re going to leave them after you go to the army. Now fend for yourself! She thought, now frustrated at herself. Nearly starting to click her tongue like she does when she’s pi**ed or irritated or just generally impatient, she zipped her lips and tried to narrow in on one target at a time. One at a time . . . Footsteps are the hardest. Some from behind her some from ahead. All from different type of shoes. Vi was glad not to hear any rushed ones. Yet. At least no mad serial killers around . . . or there are, but the killer is smart enough to stalk their blind prey until they puncture the victim’s heart . . . Just another thing she found annoying about living with Tokyo. She’s starting to lose control of her mind. She never drifted like that before . . .
Well she once did, but that was back when her mother was still on the face of this damned earth.
Kicking at the air to release some of the pressured tenseness in her, she eventually decided she can’t find a particular way to go, and just continued walking the way she’s facing. There seemed to be noises from both sides anyways, and it didn’t matter where she went. Everything was dark. Everything was quiet but the noises people are making from the same confusion dawning her too. No weapons. Though she doesn’t get beaten easily. Even a bullet wound at the shoulder didn’t stop her, and that was on the fields, with gunshots everywhere, blood, death-- Unpleasant memories certainly . . . Muttering a curse in mandarin, which Tokyo had helpfully volunteered that information as their father said it all the time, any time. They also said technically the term is from Taiwan, but never less, a different language. It's a good curse when you want to call someone, or yourself, a dumba** without them knowing.
Even without her gun, the woman was imposing as ever, with her tall height, strong build, and scars. Especially the one on her eye. She does admit that it lowers her vision slightly on her right side, where the scar is, meaning she doesn’t have perfect vision?making her unable to be a sniper. But she prefers to go close combat, or short distance at least and not stay far away anyways. The adrenaline takes her mind off from thinking about social problems and the things society expected from her. The things that aren’t actually necessary to live. Friends. Family. Love. If she won’t die without them she can live without them. Lets her release all her energy on fighting for her life too. Ever since she takes this little break, she was finding herself that she was starting to want family and a friend. Perhaps why she let Tokyo in. She had once even horrified herself by having a thought to date someone. Once she gets back in the fields, those thoughts will be gone . . . she won't be attached to anyone anymore . . . and won’t be pained when they leave.
And she’s drifting from her current goal again. Sh**. Speeding up her pace to finally get out of this place alive and in one piece, or leave behind a few small pieces if necessary, she finally noticed a figure ahead of her. Not pausing to check who it is, even as how Vi’s glad to see something other than endless walls and darkness, she still was . . . suspicious. These days she’s suspicious of everything. Slowly approaching with careful steps and observing eyes, she opened her mouth to say something when she could finally see the figure’s face, and the first thing she could remember herself saying was,
“Tá M? De Na **** Xi Shi Sha Po Ming Tang A?” (What the fu** is that thing?)
She took notice of its basically ripped apart face, looking more of a mangled piece of flesh than a face. She didn’t have time to take in every single detail of this thing, but it resembled horrifyingly close to a piece of meat, tossed into an airplane engine, over and over again. Red alert was flashing in her head like mad, and adrenaline ran through her body. Then everything happened in less than a minute or something, and she could only mildly be sure of exactly what her instinct had told her to do. It had been too long since she was in an actual fight. Punching the corpse straight at the head and torso before attempting to trip it. It would be helpful to have some sort of weaponry. Anything! Fu** she’ll even take a butter knife! A fu**ing BUTTER KNIFE! Never had she wished she smudged Occisor in and bring her swiss knife around. The peaceful life had softened her up . . . Taking in notice that none of the things are bring the thing down, she eventually had to do one of the things she hated the most.
To Retreat.
One of her old Sergeants used to say that a good soldier knows when to retreat. And she hated it. She hated looking like a coward. But for right now she is not going to die. Taking a small step back, she was swearing faster than she ever did, a mixed flurry of mandarin and english and other slips of other languages she’d picked up along the way. Panic was slipping through her eyes for the first time, as she was facing a seemly unbeatable opponent. At least an unbeatable opponent if you’re fighting bare hand! Trying to catch the thing off guard, she suddenly dashed to the side, did a somersault, landing behind the thing. Then she turned, and ran the hardest she ever did in her life.
Tearing through the hallway without resting to see what is going behind her, for all she knew it could be getting its half ripped hands covered with blood right on her shoulder and she didn’t stop. Didn’t stop until something stop her. Not until something physically stopped her. As she ran her mind slowly recovered from the mental shock in seeing something that belonged only in Tokyo’s dreams. NOT HERS! Corpses remain dead! She was never scared of death. Happens all the time on the field. It's something that she seen before. Its something she expects to see again. A lot. It's just death! Cycle of life . .. But this one was different. It was motherfu**ing alive and doing whatever basta**d sh** it was doing! Oh wait, trying to fu**ing kill her? This strangely reminded her of the hunger games. The people in this hallway are the tributes. This facility, and a depressing part of her whispered the rest of the world, is the arena, and this things are the fu**ing EVERYTHING ELSE.
Pushing down the part of her screaming, “You’re going to die!! The world is ending!!”, which is disrupting her logical reasonings before, she quickly made a plan. Sort of. Find a room. Get a weapon. Then find the exit. But then it dawned on her that Tokyo wouldn’t ever be able to survive with that thing. They can’t even knock someone out cold even if that person’s just standing there. Muttering a curse, the thoughts dazzled their way through her head, messing with her senses. She had never felt so, confused. She had little knowledge of what is going on. Little resources, basically none to be honest. There was no plan when there’s nothing to FU**ING BASE THINGS OFF ON! She was even swearing and screaming in head more often.
Come on Inza you’re a veteran stop being such an as--
Then she crashed, ramming into some woman who she didn’t even get to take notice of who exactly she is, only taking in that this is a human looking being who is, at least not yet, those corpse beings. Her voice was as crisp and clear as ever, but it was shaking and she was panting, losing her grip on her usual strictly controlled self. She felt like not a soldier, but someone normal. Like herself before her dear mother died.
“Na hun dan (That basta**d/a**hole)--coming--behind--us, get in the room, now-- anyone have a fu**ing gun?”
~~~~~~
They were mentally shocked.
One thing they were sitting there, minding their own emo dark depressive loner corner, as they like to call it, and then they wished Vi was here. And then she was. For a moment or two. She just tear through the air in front of them, not even pausing to notice Tokyo, who at first thought she was them hellucating, as there is no way they could just get what they want from thinking. Taking in notice of her seemly shocked, they knew her well enough to see the bits of panic flecked in her green eyes. They had never seen her panic however. Never. She was always the strong one. They were always the one that cowers . . . too afraid to kill, or hurt someone. She was running at a speed fast enough that when Tokyo finally got to their senses and realized she was actually there, and they scrambled to their feets, trying to call her name. But before the words left their lips, they noticed the thing behind her.
And screamed at the top of their lungs.
“Na Sha Ya? Na She Me Gui Hun Dan A? Bei Qi A!” (What is that? What kind of sh** is that?)
((I give up on accents xP))
Jus the bits of flesh hanging from all over its body is already summoning their worst nightmares. Their imagination stretching the image infront of them ten fold, making the corpse larger and scarier and even more . . . nightmarish. Fiendish. Never been a logic based person, Tokyo concluded from this sight. The world is ending. Zombie Apocalypse. Im going to die. Better start writing my death note. Not that I have anything left to give. Backing away, their steps quickened from a slow backstep to a full on sprint, running into the nearest room, pushing the door open, slamming it shut and making sure it stays shut, before slumping onto the ground, heavy pants erupting from their throat.
What was that.
They were shuddering, their face pale and eyes widen. They felt like they were in some sort of fu**ing videogame. One of their old favorites were zombie apocalypses. But they never imagined it would come true one day!
“I should be the one asking that.” Scarlet almost growled at her, she would have cared about her manners and attitudes in front of a young and beautiful lady years ago but not anymore “What kind of game are you a**holes playing huh?! Get. Me. Out. Of. Here.” Her voice was low and dangerous, her hair was sticking out from every direction and wild eyes stared down at the younger woman. She was dead serious, thinking that this was kind of some sick reality tv show that the her own stupid people used to make profits from equally dumb watchers, that added laughing effects to everything and made her want to pull her hair out at another overused dad joke.
“I swear I’ll su-” She was cut off as the robot speaks up, still trying to wrap her mind around it but she thought that it was simply some sort of high-tech camera, storming over to the robot and grabbed it roughly and pulled it close to her, she was trying to look through what could be assumed as its ‘eye’, what she thought that an entire crew was watching from the other side “This is not f*cking funny, you hear me?!” Scarlet was close to smashing the robot, but what the other woman said made her whirled her head around and look at what the hell she was indicating to.
Letting go of the robot, she stayed quiet, the shuffling sound made her feel eerie. But then yet another person crashed into her “F-PAH!” Her eyes almost turned red, that is the second time, second time in this very same day that someone ran into her without apologizing, she pushed the person away forcefully, now taking a closer look, Scarlet immediately made a face that anyone would find offending just how her judgemental piercing look can be. Either the woman was a die-hard fan of military or she was in the military herself, the first one seems to be more likely if anyone ask her.
She almost baffled when the woman spoke up however, so this is one of those people “Ching chong la wang chong.” She mocked the woman’s language with a menacing smirk, not even remotely cared if it was racist or not, since the woman didn’t look like Asian either, trying to show off eh? “Slow. Down. I. Can’t. Understand. You.” She was enjoying this more than she should, but who the hell even cares anymore.
“Sorry sweetheart, if you haven’t notice this is England, not even a Kolibri get pass the security.” Scarlet gave her a look over again, sneered at her clothing “If you like guns so bad, shoulda stay back in the Land of Liberty.” She chuckled “Other than that, ya might want to look for something else to use on yourself.” She gave her a wink, then laughed louder at her own inappropriate sense of humor, assuming this person was another kind of weapon weeaboo. Though her laughing died down a bit as she saw a figure coming around the corner from afar, her face paled a bit as it turned to face them “Oh…”
Its features were too real, and it made her feel a bit wary, if this was a reality game and these people were a part of the script, they should know what to do. Quickly looking around, Scarlet noticed there was a fire extinguisher, grabbed it then tossed it to the woman in cameo clothing “Have fun!” Scarlet said quickly before she grabbed the young girl that she had ran into first’s hand then bolted down the corridor in the direction that she advised her to go before “Where I came from doesn’t matter now eh?” She laughed nervously “Though this was some kind of a sick joke, I would f*cking advise ya’ll to stop this instant.”
“I should be the one asking that.” Scarlet almost growled at her, she would have cared about her manners and attitudes in front of a young and beautiful lady years ago but not anymore “What kind of game are you a**holes playing huh?! Get. Me. Out. Of. Here.” Her voice was low and dangerous, her hair was sticking out from every direction and wild eyes stared down at the younger woman. She was dead serious, thinking that this was kind of some sick reality tv show that the her own stupid people used to make profits from equally dumb watchers, that added laughing effects to everything and made her want to pull her hair out at another overused dad joke.
“I swear I’ll su-” She was cut off as the robot speaks up, still trying to wrap her mind around it but she thought that it was simply some sort of high-tech camera, storming over to the robot and grabbed it roughly and pulled it close to her, she was trying to look through what could be assumed as its ‘eye’, what she thought that an entire crew was watching from the other side “This is not f*cking funny, you hear me?!” Scarlet was close to smashing the robot, but what the other woman said made her whirled her head around and look at what the hell she was indicating to.
Letting go of the robot, she stayed quiet, the shuffling sound made her feel eerie. But then yet another person crashed into her “F-PAH!” Her eyes almost turned red, that is the second time, second time in this very same day that someone ran into her without apologizing, she pushed the person away forcefully, now taking a closer look, Scarlet immediately made a face that anyone would find offending just how her judgemental piercing look can be. Either the woman was a die-hard fan of military or she was in the military herself, the first one seems to be more likely if anyone ask her.
She almost baffled when the woman spoke up however, so this is one of those people “Ching chong la wang chong.” She mocked the woman’s language with a menacing smirk, not even remotely cared if it was racist or not, since the woman didn’t look like Asian either, trying to show off eh? “Slow. Down. I. Can’t. Understand. You.” She was enjoying this more than she should, but who the hell even cares anymore.
“Sorry sweetheart, if you haven’t notice this is England, not even a Kolibri get pass the security.” Scarlet gave her a look over again, sneered at her clothing “If you like guns so bad, shoulda stay back in the Land of Liberty.” She chuckled “Other than that, ya might want to look for something else to use on yourself.” She gave her a wink, then laughed louder at her own inappropriate sense of humor, assuming this person was another kind of weapon weeaboo. Though her laughing died down a bit as she saw a figure coming around the corner from afar, her face paled a bit as it turned to face them “Oh…”
Its features were too real, and it made her feel a bit wary, if this was a reality game and these people were a part of the script, they should know what to do. Quickly looking around, Scarlet noticed there was a fire extinguisher, grabbed it then tossed it to the woman in cameo clothing “Have fun!” Scarlet said quickly before she grabbed the young girl that she had ran into first’s hand then bolted down the corridor in the direction that she advised her to go before “Where I came from doesn’t matter now eh?” She laughed nervously “Though this was some kind of a sick joke, I would f*cking advise ya’ll to stop this instant.”
She got up, and waited for the woman to finish and leave, already regaining her normally cold and calm demeanor, not really listening to most of the things the woman is saying. If it’s not helpful, its not useful listening to. One must remain inresbonsive to such insults sometimes and stay calm, let the words slip out. When the woman finally finished, Vi replied, “First, I’m not asian. Apologies about the foreign language . . . A habit of mine from too much time alone with someone who swears in Mandarin. Second, of course I know that. Why else would I not have my Beretta M9? But people do smuggle it . . .” She smirked a rare smile, “Not imply you’re a smuggler of course . . .” Not ansering the woman’s comment on going back to the U.S, which is she is going to do, if its not for this fu**ing whole “evacuation, qurantine, hospital, CORPSE, more CORPSE--
With a hard glare that was slightly amused, she didn’t look scared anymore. Not paniced anymroe. Just a calm server of the army, ready to go on the fields. Taking the fire extinguisher with a small bow of the head in gratitude, because at least its something and she’s not bare hands, she watched the two run off. Without thinking much, she turned around and glanced at the corpse. Delaying this no longer, Vi ripped the safety pin off, and turned the nozzle to the corpse.
“Eat this you basta**d!” She hissed, spraying it straight at the thing’s face, trying to blind it temporarily while filling its flesh and blood wrapped mouth. Sprinting forward, she smashed her fist into his head, ignoring the pain from hitting its skull, before backing up, kicking it straight in the chest and pushing it down onto the ground. Blowing all the rest of the things in the fire extinguisher at it, she threw at as hard as she can onto its head right on the eyes one last time before turning and running off. Somewhere. No where. She wasn’t sure. Just. Not. Here.
Ok fine, that was a lie. She’s still human, no matter how inhumane she can seem. She still got pretty fu**ing pi**ed. Her liutenent would kill her for being so emotional, but she didn’t care. All of the above did occur however, but a small note did also happen that was left out. What she actually did instead of nodding a bow was shout,
“You mother fu**er a**hole! JUst going to run off like some pi**ed bit**? Leave the fu**ing dangerous part for me and run for your little sh** life? What kind of pain in the a** are your damned life! Fu** YOU!”
She nearly punched her middle finger but finally kept her madness down into a slow boil again, simmering underneath her surface dangerously. She isn’t a big fan of cowards. Its one thing to retreat when needed. Its another to throw a weapon for someone else, and then run off. Taking another deep breath after turning to retreat again as the fire extinguisher had been drained of its uses, she tried reminding herself that everyone has their own life. They’ve been through things she may not know of. That cna change the way they act. No assumptions . . . I’m not going to take assumptions. She sighed, the cold face, glaring around for any sign of escape that is not a ward. Shutting herself in a room will not work. She’ll run out of supplies eventually, and death by thirst (she’s not sure if the tap water is not contaminated yet due to not knowing what kind of sh** is going on outside) or starvation. They just had to be tens of floors up.
This place and the people around her just seemed to get better and better.
She got up, and waited for the woman to finish and leave, already regaining her normally cold and calm demeanor, not really listening to most of the things the woman is saying. If it’s not helpful, its not useful listening to. One must remain inresbonsive to such insults sometimes and stay calm, let the words slip out. When the woman finally finished, Vi replied, “First, I’m not asian. Apologies about the foreign language . . . A habit of mine from too much time alone with someone who swears in Mandarin. Second, of course I know that. Why else would I not have my Beretta M9? But people do smuggle it . . .” She smirked a rare smile, “Not imply you’re a smuggler of course . . .” Not ansering the woman’s comment on going back to the U.S, which is she is going to do, if its not for this fu**ing whole “evacuation, qurantine, hospital, CORPSE, more CORPSE--
With a hard glare that was slightly amused, she didn’t look scared anymore. Not paniced anymroe. Just a calm server of the army, ready to go on the fields. Taking the fire extinguisher with a small bow of the head in gratitude, because at least its something and she’s not bare hands, she watched the two run off. Without thinking much, she turned around and glanced at the corpse. Delaying this no longer, Vi ripped the safety pin off, and turned the nozzle to the corpse.
“Eat this you basta**d!” She hissed, spraying it straight at the thing’s face, trying to blind it temporarily while filling its flesh and blood wrapped mouth. Sprinting forward, she smashed her fist into his head, ignoring the pain from hitting its skull, before backing up, kicking it straight in the chest and pushing it down onto the ground. Blowing all the rest of the things in the fire extinguisher at it, she threw at as hard as she can onto its head right on the eyes one last time before turning and running off. Somewhere. No where. She wasn’t sure. Just. Not. Here.
Ok fine, that was a lie. She’s still human, no matter how inhumane she can seem. She still got pretty fu**ing pi**ed. Her liutenent would kill her for being so emotional, but she didn’t care. All of the above did occur however, but a small note did also happen that was left out. What she actually did instead of nodding a bow was shout,
“You mother fu**er a**hole! JUst going to run off like some pi**ed bit**? Leave the fu**ing dangerous part for me and run for your little sh** life? What kind of pain in the a** are your damned life! Fu** YOU!”
She nearly punched her middle finger but finally kept her madness down into a slow boil again, simmering underneath her surface dangerously. She isn’t a big fan of cowards. Its one thing to retreat when needed. Its another to throw a weapon for someone else, and then run off. Taking another deep breath after turning to retreat again as the fire extinguisher had been drained of its uses, she tried reminding herself that everyone has their own life. They’ve been through things she may not know of. That cna change the way they act. No assumptions . . . I’m not going to take assumptions. She sighed, the cold face, glaring around for any sign of escape that is not a ward. Shutting herself in a room will not work. She’ll run out of supplies eventually, and death by thirst (she’s not sure if the tap water is not contaminated yet due to not knowing what kind of sh** is going on outside) or starvation. They just had to be tens of floors up.
This place and the people around her just seemed to get better and better.
Warning. Warning. Step away from the charge.
For the first time, Ana was inclined to agree with the robot. Her eyes falling on the pair of vulgar, disdainful, ignorant Americans spewing about guns when her country had just been bombed was making her sick to her stomach. The second blitz had happened to England and they were vomiting about how they couldn't be trigger-happy anymore.
She shook herself back from the outrage at the shuffling behind her. The smallest things distracted her, but she knew when she was in real danger. At least these people seemed to be alive.
She jumped back at the assault on the zombie - yes, zombie, she wasn't going to step around it, like they hadn't all played enough games - the relief hitting her as it stumbled back, only to crumble away again as it lurched back to its twisted feet.
Seeing nobody else capable or trustworthy, she turned to the robot. "How many more are there?" She paused for a moment. "Where are my clothes?!" Swearing erupted behind her, the two she had bumped into already fighting, but all she could focus on was the shuffling from down the corridor.
Facility security breached. Patients return to your rooms.
Warning. Warning. Step away from the charge.
For the first time, Ana was inclined to agree with the robot. Her eyes falling on the pair of vulgar, disdainful, ignorant Americans spewing about guns when her country had just been bombed was making her sick to her stomach. The second blitz had happened to England and they were vomiting about how they couldn't be trigger-happy anymore.
She shook herself back from the outrage at the shuffling behind her. The smallest things distracted her, but she knew when she was in real danger. At least these people seemed to be alive.
She jumped back at the assault on the zombie - yes, zombie, she wasn't going to step around it, like they hadn't all played enough games - the relief hitting her as it stumbled back, only to crumble away again as it lurched back to its twisted feet.
Seeing nobody else capable or trustworthy, she turned to the robot. "How many more are there?" She paused for a moment. "Where are my clothes?!" Swearing erupted behind her, the two she had bumped into already fighting, but all she could focus on was the shuffling from down the corridor.
Facility security breached. Patients return to your rooms.
Voices bounced off the walls left and right. Where the hell were these people? His conscience guided him, first at a walk then a slightly desperate jog. Lucio needed to find these people, he needed to figure out what the f*ck was going on.
He turned the corner, shoes screeching slightly as he continued. He glanced down before almost passing up the hallway, he did a small double take. Some kid was down there, hoody pulled over his head. He stared for a second, he wasn’t good with kids. Jesus Christ, and this kid looked like he like he was twelve? Ten? He didn’t know, he just knew the kid was practically on training wheels probably.
“Hey, kid!” He took a step towards him before stopping, hell.. he didn’t want to scare the damn kid. He felt stupid for asking. “Do you have a clue as to what’s going?” His voice was a little softer, as to not scare the kid. But it was still a little intimidating he supposed, with its gruffness. His hulking mass probably didn’t help his case either.
Voices bounced off the walls left and right. Where the hell were these people? His conscience guided him, first at a walk then a slightly desperate jog. Lucio needed to find these people, he needed to figure out what the f*ck was going on.
He turned the corner, shoes screeching slightly as he continued. He glanced down before almost passing up the hallway, he did a small double take. Some kid was down there, hoody pulled over his head. He stared for a second, he wasn’t good with kids. Jesus Christ, and this kid looked like he like he was twelve? Ten? He didn’t know, he just knew the kid was practically on training wheels probably.
“Hey, kid!” He took a step towards him before stopping, hell.. he didn’t want to scare the damn kid. He felt stupid for asking. “Do you have a clue as to what’s going?” His voice was a little softer, as to not scare the kid. But it was still a little intimidating he supposed, with its gruffness. His hulking mass probably didn’t help his case either.
