Scarlet eventually let go of the girl, looks like her robotic friend didn’t like it, as it began to warn people to step away from its ‘charge’. She just held her up and did so, she didn’t like its tone for one bit, after all who was in their sane mind to trust a robot? She had so many questions but just decided to play along in whatever this game they’re in, but even so, she couldn’t help but to give the woman a suspicious look, why all of the people, the robot was assigned to her? Whoever she was, she certainly got an important role in this, but whatever it is she was going to stick around to find out in this hellhole of a country. She’d go and find her stuffs then get the f*ck out.
A part of her was still in denial, as this was all a f*cking sick prank of douchebags who didn’t have anything better to do with their lives, these people were good actors and whatever kind of money they paid to make a robot was beyond her, but still there was a small voice telling her that she just have to be careful, the thing she saw back there looked too real that it was a bit eerie, but then again, everything was made to look so f*cking real nowadays, like the Walking Dead itself and those zombie pranks she saw on the internet.
The ‘military’ woman shouting after her just made her grin in amusement, either she was a prop or a wannabe, nobody walks down the street in f*cking camo that literally scream ‘hey I’m from the military’ unless they want to draw attention to themselves and living in their fantasia, trying too hard to prove that they were the sh*t, grow up, even the comeback was weak as water As she listened to to the woman yelling down the hallway, she concluded that even her English was just as bad as her ‘foreign’ language, a jumbled mess of cuss words and that amused Scarlet, seems like she had gotten herself a new toy if they ever meet again.
There was a lot of noises behind her back, just whatever the f*ck the robot was doing, and there was a lot of shouting and yelling, even inhumanly “What the-” Scarlet was cut off as what seems to be a flash of blinding light blared from behind, thankfully she got her back on them. She only slowly turned to look when the hallway became dark again, just then the woman ran past her, apparently going for the lift with the robot trailing after her. Watching as they began to panic over at the lift doors with her eyes rolled before making her way over
Accessing backup battery…
Scarlet didn’t have time to react or register what the hell it meant, until her eyes were almost burned out. Hissed in pain and look clearly offended to what what thing just did “You f*cking c*nt I swear-” She growled through her gritted teeth at the robot, but the horrific sounds echoing down the ward made her spine ran cold for a bit. Rubbing at her watering eyes furiously, it looks like she was stuck with these people, whoever the f*ck they are, the woman even ignored her question whether she was a part of this script or not, but then again, they weren’t supposed to reveal anything, of course, she’ll play along.
“Try the f*cking emergency exit, numbnuts.” Scarlet hissed at them, still trying to open her eyes again but everything was blinding as heck, her eyes were clearly sensitive to that type of assault, if she went blind, that adds another thing to the list when she press charges them.
Scarlet eventually let go of the girl, looks like her robotic friend didn’t like it, as it began to warn people to step away from its ‘charge’. She just held her up and did so, she didn’t like its tone for one bit, after all who was in their sane mind to trust a robot? She had so many questions but just decided to play along in whatever this game they’re in, but even so, she couldn’t help but to give the woman a suspicious look, why all of the people, the robot was assigned to her? Whoever she was, she certainly got an important role in this, but whatever it is she was going to stick around to find out in this hellhole of a country. She’d go and find her stuffs then get the f*ck out.
A part of her was still in denial, as this was all a f*cking sick prank of douchebags who didn’t have anything better to do with their lives, these people were good actors and whatever kind of money they paid to make a robot was beyond her, but still there was a small voice telling her that she just have to be careful, the thing she saw back there looked too real that it was a bit eerie, but then again, everything was made to look so f*cking real nowadays, like the Walking Dead itself and those zombie pranks she saw on the internet.
The ‘military’ woman shouting after her just made her grin in amusement, either she was a prop or a wannabe, nobody walks down the street in f*cking camo that literally scream ‘hey I’m from the military’ unless they want to draw attention to themselves and living in their fantasia, trying too hard to prove that they were the sh*t, grow up, even the comeback was weak as water As she listened to to the woman yelling down the hallway, she concluded that even her English was just as bad as her ‘foreign’ language, a jumbled mess of cuss words and that amused Scarlet, seems like she had gotten herself a new toy if they ever meet again.
There was a lot of noises behind her back, just whatever the f*ck the robot was doing, and there was a lot of shouting and yelling, even inhumanly “What the-” Scarlet was cut off as what seems to be a flash of blinding light blared from behind, thankfully she got her back on them. She only slowly turned to look when the hallway became dark again, just then the woman ran past her, apparently going for the lift with the robot trailing after her. Watching as they began to panic over at the lift doors with her eyes rolled before making her way over
Accessing backup battery…
Scarlet didn’t have time to react or register what the hell it meant, until her eyes were almost burned out. Hissed in pain and look clearly offended to what what thing just did “You f*cking c*nt I swear-” She growled through her gritted teeth at the robot, but the horrific sounds echoing down the ward made her spine ran cold for a bit. Rubbing at her watering eyes furiously, it looks like she was stuck with these people, whoever the f*ck they are, the woman even ignored her question whether she was a part of this script or not, but then again, they weren’t supposed to reveal anything, of course, she’ll play along.
“Try the f*cking emergency exit, numbnuts.” Scarlet hissed at them, still trying to open her eyes again but everything was blinding as heck, her eyes were clearly sensitive to that type of assault, if she went blind, that adds another thing to the list when she press charges them.
Ana couldn't take in everything happening at once, not with the lights and sound burning into her senses. People were talking, she didn't know who. All she heard of the robotic announcement was the blaring sound, none of the words. Her head was thumping, and she was a minute away from collapsing again. How could people heal in hospitals, if they were usually like this? No, they weren't - she'd been in a couple, the uncomfortable white light didn't usually blast on full power in the wards.
"Switch it off!"
Calling lifts...
"That's about the worst thing you could do!"
Power routed to lift. Please wait. Remember, stay calm and walk slowly during evacuation. Do not stop to retrieve personal belongings or run in the corridors. Our first priority is your safety. It spoke cheerfully through the speakers, spewing the same rubbish it would in a fire.
"I don't think this is the time!" Ana knew it was useless to try arguing with a robot, but it was evident they needed it to get them out of the hospital. How many of the doors were automated these days? How many would need power to open? Whatever the answer was, the robot seemed to have a lot of it.
Her mind clicked to what the others were saying as she tried to vent her panicked frustrations on the robot. "Where is the emergency exit? We're forty floors up! Using the lifts shouldn't even be in the bloody robot's protocol, it's not evacuation procedure- damn." The lift rattled up behind the doors, which slid open neatly, revealing the metal box hanging over a forty floor drop, the lights buzzing and flickering inside. Ana didn't like lifts.
Allow time to enter in an orderly fashion. Please be aware running is against safety protocol. Commencing evacuation to ground floor.
In the ward, the zombies had stopped screaming. Ana would have though the light had killed them, until she heard the shuffling. "They're coming towards the noise source - we've got to go! Get in the lift!" How many were there? The lifts were in the centre of the inner corridor, leaving them vulnerable to being cornered, all sides more open to an attack than an escape. Her mind was racing, comparing the lift to being swarmed by the rotten, shambling corpses, tripping and being grabbed... without further thought, she stepped into the lift.
"Come on, let's go! We have to go!" Sooner rather than later, she thought as she listened to the shuffling sound, getting closer and closer, paranoia settling into her mind. She stuck her arm between the lift doors to keep the sensors holding them open, her other hand hovering over the buttons to send them down to the ground floor.
A thought occured to her at the last moment, causing panic to freeze her up. "But this whole thing relies on the robot-" She didn't have time to finish before the first... thing came into view, shuffling down the corridor, its hollowed-out eyes illuminated horribly by the stark white light. "Forget it! We don't have time."
Ana couldn't take in everything happening at once, not with the lights and sound burning into her senses. People were talking, she didn't know who. All she heard of the robotic announcement was the blaring sound, none of the words. Her head was thumping, and she was a minute away from collapsing again. How could people heal in hospitals, if they were usually like this? No, they weren't - she'd been in a couple, the uncomfortable white light didn't usually blast on full power in the wards.
"Switch it off!"
Calling lifts...
"That's about the worst thing you could do!"
Power routed to lift. Please wait. Remember, stay calm and walk slowly during evacuation. Do not stop to retrieve personal belongings or run in the corridors. Our first priority is your safety. It spoke cheerfully through the speakers, spewing the same rubbish it would in a fire.
"I don't think this is the time!" Ana knew it was useless to try arguing with a robot, but it was evident they needed it to get them out of the hospital. How many of the doors were automated these days? How many would need power to open? Whatever the answer was, the robot seemed to have a lot of it.
Her mind clicked to what the others were saying as she tried to vent her panicked frustrations on the robot. "Where is the emergency exit? We're forty floors up! Using the lifts shouldn't even be in the bloody robot's protocol, it's not evacuation procedure- damn." The lift rattled up behind the doors, which slid open neatly, revealing the metal box hanging over a forty floor drop, the lights buzzing and flickering inside. Ana didn't like lifts.
Allow time to enter in an orderly fashion. Please be aware running is against safety protocol. Commencing evacuation to ground floor.
In the ward, the zombies had stopped screaming. Ana would have though the light had killed them, until she heard the shuffling. "They're coming towards the noise source - we've got to go! Get in the lift!" How many were there? The lifts were in the centre of the inner corridor, leaving them vulnerable to being cornered, all sides more open to an attack than an escape. Her mind was racing, comparing the lift to being swarmed by the rotten, shambling corpses, tripping and being grabbed... without further thought, she stepped into the lift.
"Come on, let's go! We have to go!" Sooner rather than later, she thought as she listened to the shuffling sound, getting closer and closer, paranoia settling into her mind. She stuck her arm between the lift doors to keep the sensors holding them open, her other hand hovering over the buttons to send them down to the ground floor.
A thought occured to her at the last moment, causing panic to freeze her up. "But this whole thing relies on the robot-" She didn't have time to finish before the first... thing came into view, shuffling down the corridor, its hollowed-out eyes illuminated horribly by the stark white light. "Forget it! We don't have time."
Scarlet was this close to grab anything and smash the robot to pieces, who cares since it was their fault that she was going blind and deaf. There was so many things going on at once, shouting and screaming from both sides and the f*cking robot, she was starting to doubt this was a normal hospital, it stopped being normal the moment she stepped out of her room, another question is why the hell was she here?!
The other woman arguing with the robot just irritated her to no end “F*cking listen here! If you don’t stop this sh*t I swear I will-” She was cut off as the woman protested to what she said earlier, a deep frown on her feature as she hissed through her gritted teeth “So you’re telling me that the only choice is to jump out the f*cking window when there’s a fire- Wait what? What evacuation.” Now these people were speaking nonsense “Did the North Korea finally hit the button?” She huffed in amusement and scrunched up her nose at that.
Just when the lift rattled up behind the door too, she turned around to look as the door slowly slid open, her face screamed ‘doubt’ when she stare at it, since when elevators and lifts were the best choice for this type of situation?! “F*ck no I’m not going in there, unless I want to be drop forty stories down or stuck in the middle of it and slowly starve to d-” Scarlet stopped herself, there was no way someone would go as far as try to kill their show guests, or she was dealing with psycho that kidnapped people for entertainment, and whatever the f*ck were those things that she saw before, all she want to do was to punch one of them in the face right now.
Scarlet was hesitated, when the woman was urging them to get inside the lift, though as she finally gained her vision again, barely, she saw a figure shuffling down the hall in a very unnatural way and it unnerved her. She looked around quickly, then her eyes landed on another person “You! Military person right? C’mon show us some courage and sacrifice for this country!” She gestured to the fire extinguisher, remembered what she said to her earlier and what she did, then shooed her away as if to do go and do her job “You’ll be forever remembered for your sacrifices.” She gave her a quick salutation sign.
“Doesn’t matter now.” She said to (Ana) “Get the robot and let’s get the f*ck out.” Scarlet turned to the robot and began to whistle at it, as if she was calling a dog over “Come here, good robot.” She noticed what (Ana) said about the lift relied on the robot and they really didn’t have much time, a part of her was slowly seeing what the hell was going on and she didn’t like it one bit, especially not how she expected it to be if an apocalypse happens. But it was a stupid thought, these people were still really really good actors.
Scarlet was this close to grab anything and smash the robot to pieces, who cares since it was their fault that she was going blind and deaf. There was so many things going on at once, shouting and screaming from both sides and the f*cking robot, she was starting to doubt this was a normal hospital, it stopped being normal the moment she stepped out of her room, another question is why the hell was she here?!
The other woman arguing with the robot just irritated her to no end “F*cking listen here! If you don’t stop this sh*t I swear I will-” She was cut off as the woman protested to what she said earlier, a deep frown on her feature as she hissed through her gritted teeth “So you’re telling me that the only choice is to jump out the f*cking window when there’s a fire- Wait what? What evacuation.” Now these people were speaking nonsense “Did the North Korea finally hit the button?” She huffed in amusement and scrunched up her nose at that.
Just when the lift rattled up behind the door too, she turned around to look as the door slowly slid open, her face screamed ‘doubt’ when she stare at it, since when elevators and lifts were the best choice for this type of situation?! “F*ck no I’m not going in there, unless I want to be drop forty stories down or stuck in the middle of it and slowly starve to d-” Scarlet stopped herself, there was no way someone would go as far as try to kill their show guests, or she was dealing with psycho that kidnapped people for entertainment, and whatever the f*ck were those things that she saw before, all she want to do was to punch one of them in the face right now.
Scarlet was hesitated, when the woman was urging them to get inside the lift, though as she finally gained her vision again, barely, she saw a figure shuffling down the hall in a very unnatural way and it unnerved her. She looked around quickly, then her eyes landed on another person “You! Military person right? C’mon show us some courage and sacrifice for this country!” She gestured to the fire extinguisher, remembered what she said to her earlier and what she did, then shooed her away as if to do go and do her job “You’ll be forever remembered for your sacrifices.” She gave her a quick salutation sign.
“Doesn’t matter now.” She said to (Ana) “Get the robot and let’s get the f*ck out.” Scarlet turned to the robot and began to whistle at it, as if she was calling a dog over “Come here, good robot.” She noticed what (Ana) said about the lift relied on the robot and they really didn’t have much time, a part of her was slowly seeing what the hell was going on and she didn’t like it one bit, especially not how she expected it to be if an apocalypse happens. But it was a stupid thought, these people were still really really good actors.
Quinn’s question was answered by the robot, whose instructions blared obnoxiously through the hospital speakers. She dully nodded to the the hospital gown-wearing woman, who had finally entered the elevator after conflicted arguments with the robot. The loud, brown haired woman followed soon after, making snide remarks all throughout.
“Deo! (F*ck no!) I’m not getting in that!” she protested, when one of the women called for her to enter. Surely, using the lifts during an emergency wasn’t safe. Quinn didn’t very much like the idea of getting into a robot-controlled elevator, forty storeys above the ground, accompanied by strangers whilst completely surrounded by zombies. Then again, being torn limb from limb by the aforementioned creatures wasn’t much better. The young girl sighed deeply, knowing that the former was the lesser of two evils. A sudden drop followed by death would be better than facing someone’s v*re fantasy.
Begrudgingly, she stepped into the metal box. Hey, at least everyone in here will die along with me, she thought grimly. Quinn stood at the corner of the elevator, leaning on the railing, her mind focused on places elsewhere. By now, she felt numb from all of the commotion, her mind too full of information, prepared to simply accept anything that would happen to her. Even if she did make it through this hellhole, what was left for her outside? If the epidemic had reached such catastrophic heights, the chance that her friends were alive (at least in the way she hoped them to be) was very slim, let alone her father. All of this was far too overwhelming for poor Quinn; the lights, the screams, the people, the Things, the lights the screamsthepeopletheTh-
She cleared her mind and forced her body to become desensitised, just as she always did when there was just too much to handle.
The same way she did when the car crashed.
The same way she did the day her mother died.
Quinn’s question was answered by the robot, whose instructions blared obnoxiously through the hospital speakers. She dully nodded to the the hospital gown-wearing woman, who had finally entered the elevator after conflicted arguments with the robot. The loud, brown haired woman followed soon after, making snide remarks all throughout.
“Deo! (F*ck no!) I’m not getting in that!” she protested, when one of the women called for her to enter. Surely, using the lifts during an emergency wasn’t safe. Quinn didn’t very much like the idea of getting into a robot-controlled elevator, forty storeys above the ground, accompanied by strangers whilst completely surrounded by zombies. Then again, being torn limb from limb by the aforementioned creatures wasn’t much better. The young girl sighed deeply, knowing that the former was the lesser of two evils. A sudden drop followed by death would be better than facing someone’s v*re fantasy.
Begrudgingly, she stepped into the metal box. Hey, at least everyone in here will die along with me, she thought grimly. Quinn stood at the corner of the elevator, leaning on the railing, her mind focused on places elsewhere. By now, she felt numb from all of the commotion, her mind too full of information, prepared to simply accept anything that would happen to her. Even if she did make it through this hellhole, what was left for her outside? If the epidemic had reached such catastrophic heights, the chance that her friends were alive (at least in the way she hoped them to be) was very slim, let alone her father. All of this was far too overwhelming for poor Quinn; the lights, the screams, the people, the Things, the lights the screamsthepeopletheTh-
She cleared her mind and forced her body to become desensitised, just as she always did when there was just too much to handle.
The same way she did when the car crashed.
The same way she did the day her mother died.
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The horde was approaching from both directions of the long and broad corridor. The sound travelled and made a burning hold in the middle of Evelyns stomach. If the smell of the rotting flash wasn't enough to turn her stomach, the scene in the brightly lit foyer certainly was. She made a gagging noise as the door behind them opened.
One by one, the other subjects entered the lift. Evelyn recalled passing the fire escape just a few yards away. There were a couple of undead down that hallway which made it impossible for her to slip by them undetected. Given the state her hand was in, she would also not be able to fight off a single other, not to mention multiple subjects.
Her eyes scanned over the heads of the approaching flayed limbs and clattering jaws. For a moment she considered reasoning with them. She tore her bleeding hand away from her now blood stained white dress. In a gesture which suggested openness, she stood with her hands at her side, palms facing upwards. The blood dripped from her left onto the floor. "We do not mean you any harm!" She exclaimed. "Perhaps we can help each other. I'm a medical professional. If you could all orderly return to your assigned rooms I'll take a moment to look-" She was cut off abruptly by the nearest dead man. His name tag read 'Dr. Jenkins". Dr Jenkins took a swipe at her and made her stumble back. Her feet carried her backwards into the elevator. Without paying attention to where she was stepping, she bumped her back into one of the other people and managed to step on their foot too. Her head whipped back and she threw herself against the nearest wall. It was the older tall and lanky brunette with the permanent scowl on her face. "Sorry", she muttered, fixing her eyes once again upon the enclosing hoard.
The militant woman was still standing outside and Evelyn wondered idly if she was going to make a run for the stairs. Her nose scrunched up as she thought of what the creatures might do to a living human had they caught them. Which seemed to be the inevitable if they didn't leave soon.
Her whole life depended on the electrical infrastructure of a lift in a place she didn't know.
"Are you coming or staying?" Evelyn half screamed at the army nazi hovering outside the door. "We sure as fudge do not have all day."
The horde was approaching from both directions of the long and broad corridor. The sound travelled and made a burning hold in the middle of Evelyns stomach. If the smell of the rotting flash wasn't enough to turn her stomach, the scene in the brightly lit foyer certainly was. She made a gagging noise as the door behind them opened.
One by one, the other subjects entered the lift. Evelyn recalled passing the fire escape just a few yards away. There were a couple of undead down that hallway which made it impossible for her to slip by them undetected. Given the state her hand was in, she would also not be able to fight off a single other, not to mention multiple subjects.
Her eyes scanned over the heads of the approaching flayed limbs and clattering jaws. For a moment she considered reasoning with them. She tore her bleeding hand away from her now blood stained white dress. In a gesture which suggested openness, she stood with her hands at her side, palms facing upwards. The blood dripped from her left onto the floor. "We do not mean you any harm!" She exclaimed. "Perhaps we can help each other. I'm a medical professional. If you could all orderly return to your assigned rooms I'll take a moment to look-" She was cut off abruptly by the nearest dead man. His name tag read 'Dr. Jenkins". Dr Jenkins took a swipe at her and made her stumble back. Her feet carried her backwards into the elevator. Without paying attention to where she was stepping, she bumped her back into one of the other people and managed to step on their foot too. Her head whipped back and she threw herself against the nearest wall. It was the older tall and lanky brunette with the permanent scowl on her face. "Sorry", she muttered, fixing her eyes once again upon the enclosing hoard.
The militant woman was still standing outside and Evelyn wondered idly if she was going to make a run for the stairs. Her nose scrunched up as she thought of what the creatures might do to a living human had they caught them. Which seemed to be the inevitable if they didn't leave soon.
Her whole life depended on the electrical infrastructure of a lift in a place she didn't know.
"Are you coming or staying?" Evelyn half screamed at the army nazi hovering outside the door. "We sure as fudge do not have all day."
More noises came from beyond the closed door. Tian stayed sitting on the bed digging through his bag. He could hear feet running by and shouting but most of it was muffled. Did someone just yell ‘what kind of sh!t is that?’ in mandarin?
The silver haired boy smiled softly to himself. It’s been a long time since he’s heard anyone else speak in mandarin. God he missed his violin right now. Playing it helped him clear his head in times when he’s stressed. Tian was pulled from his thoughts when a voice came on over the announcement system.
Slowly standing from his bed he walked towards the door. “What’s going on out there?! I need to find Cody!” After taking a quick glance out into the hallway Tian shoved everything back in his bag, closed it again, and darted out the door. Deciding to go away from all the commotion he turned and made his way through the now bright halls. “Now where’s that shock of blue hair?”
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The sudden light almost blinded Cody. “Well there goes the element of surprise...” rubbing his eyes a few times the teen peeked around the corner to see a kid, about 13, that was really pale with red eyes and... was he wearing goggles on his head?
Flicking his knife closed and pocketing it he held his hands up in mock surrender. The kid had a bat, what else was he supposed to do? “Hey kid,” Cody started trying his hardest not to sound like an emotionless a**, “do you have any idea what’s going on here?” The voice over the announcement system was getting on his nerves more than helping with the situation. He didn’t like strange voices telling him what to do in a strange place and there was no way in hell he was leaving without Tian.
“I’m Cody. I could use some help finding a friend before we blow this popsicle stand. If you help me I’ll return the favor of you need anything.” All he could do was hope this kid could help him find Tian. That way they could all just get out of here. This hospital didn’t feel right.
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Quickly making his way through the halls all Tian was doing was getting himself more lost. The sound of more voices startled him and he quickly moved to duck into the nearest room. Once he was inside he tossed his bag onto the bed, **** the door, and began pacing. “What to do... what to do... c’mon Tian think!” In his stress he hit his bag, which was balanced precariously on the far side of the bed, and sent in tumbling to the floor.
Instead of the loud thump it would have caused it made a more muffled sound. Curious, Tian cautiously walked around the bed and looked down. A small boy with white hair was curled up, was he trying to hide?, and the silver haired boys bag had fallen on him. “I’m so sorry kid,” he quickly retrieved his bag and put it back on the bed, “are you alright? I’m sorry my bag hit you.” He kept his voice calm, soft, and gentle, “what are you doing hiding in here?” Brushing silver hair out of his face Tian watched the boy with kind grey eyes. He was worried for the child. No kid should be left alone in a situation such as this. Kneeling down he softly placed a thin hand on the boy’s shoulder, “hey, what’s your name? I’m Tian, maybe I can help you get out of here.”
More noises came from beyond the closed door. Tian stayed sitting on the bed digging through his bag. He could hear feet running by and shouting but most of it was muffled. Did someone just yell ‘what kind of sh!t is that?’ in mandarin?
The silver haired boy smiled softly to himself. It’s been a long time since he’s heard anyone else speak in mandarin. God he missed his violin right now. Playing it helped him clear his head in times when he’s stressed. Tian was pulled from his thoughts when a voice came on over the announcement system.
Slowly standing from his bed he walked towards the door. “What’s going on out there?! I need to find Cody!” After taking a quick glance out into the hallway Tian shoved everything back in his bag, closed it again, and darted out the door. Deciding to go away from all the commotion he turned and made his way through the now bright halls. “Now where’s that shock of blue hair?”
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The sudden light almost blinded Cody. “Well there goes the element of surprise...” rubbing his eyes a few times the teen peeked around the corner to see a kid, about 13, that was really pale with red eyes and... was he wearing goggles on his head?
Flicking his knife closed and pocketing it he held his hands up in mock surrender. The kid had a bat, what else was he supposed to do? “Hey kid,” Cody started trying his hardest not to sound like an emotionless a**, “do you have any idea what’s going on here?” The voice over the announcement system was getting on his nerves more than helping with the situation. He didn’t like strange voices telling him what to do in a strange place and there was no way in hell he was leaving without Tian.
“I’m Cody. I could use some help finding a friend before we blow this popsicle stand. If you help me I’ll return the favor of you need anything.” All he could do was hope this kid could help him find Tian. That way they could all just get out of here. This hospital didn’t feel right.
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Quickly making his way through the halls all Tian was doing was getting himself more lost. The sound of more voices startled him and he quickly moved to duck into the nearest room. Once he was inside he tossed his bag onto the bed, **** the door, and began pacing. “What to do... what to do... c’mon Tian think!” In his stress he hit his bag, which was balanced precariously on the far side of the bed, and sent in tumbling to the floor.
Instead of the loud thump it would have caused it made a more muffled sound. Curious, Tian cautiously walked around the bed and looked down. A small boy with white hair was curled up, was he trying to hide?, and the silver haired boys bag had fallen on him. “I’m so sorry kid,” he quickly retrieved his bag and put it back on the bed, “are you alright? I’m sorry my bag hit you.” He kept his voice calm, soft, and gentle, “what are you doing hiding in here?” Brushing silver hair out of his face Tian watched the boy with kind grey eyes. He was worried for the child. No kid should be left alone in a situation such as this. Kneeling down he softly placed a thin hand on the boy’s shoulder, “hey, what’s your name? I’m Tian, maybe I can help you get out of here.”
Another one of those corpses came chasing after Veronika. They dashed away from it, looking behind their shoulder to see how close it was. They seemed to have got past it fast enough, that was great. They kept running, trying to ingnore the sounds of groaning undead. What they should've had been doing was looking for directions but they were a little busy trying not to die.
"For faen, for faen for faen!"
Veronika cursed, damn zombie infested hospital, how were they going to find the others? And what would they do when they found them? In all honesty Veronika would probably just pretend they didn't speak English. They wouldn't have to do much contact that way. It seemed to be an ok plan.
They ran past a hall only to see blue? Blue hair? No it definitely was. They skidded to a stop, and looked over. There were two of them in the hall. Question one answered, now for the second part of the plan. Pretend to not know English. This would work, probably.
"Hei? Hvem er du? Vet du hva som skjer!
Now to see how this played out. Hopefully these guys wouldn't attack, the chance was unlikely but hey it could happen. Man this plan would backfire if any of them knew Norwegian. Once again unlikely but seriously would be awful if that happened.
Translation
Dammit, dammit,dammit!
Hi? Who are you? Do you know what's happening
Another one of those corpses came chasing after Veronika. They dashed away from it, looking behind their shoulder to see how close it was. They seemed to have got past it fast enough, that was great. They kept running, trying to ingnore the sounds of groaning undead. What they should've had been doing was looking for directions but they were a little busy trying not to die.
"For faen, for faen for faen!"
Veronika cursed, damn zombie infested hospital, how were they going to find the others? And what would they do when they found them? In all honesty Veronika would probably just pretend they didn't speak English. They wouldn't have to do much contact that way. It seemed to be an ok plan.
They ran past a hall only to see blue? Blue hair? No it definitely was. They skidded to a stop, and looked over. There were two of them in the hall. Question one answered, now for the second part of the plan. Pretend to not know English. This would work, probably.
"Hei? Hvem er du? Vet du hva som skjer!
Now to see how this played out. Hopefully these guys wouldn't attack, the chance was unlikely but hey it could happen. Man this plan would backfire if any of them knew Norwegian. Once again unlikely but seriously would be awful if that happened.
Translation
Dammit, dammit,dammit!
Hi? Who are you? Do you know what's happening
"They asked me if I had a degree in theoretical physics. I said I had a theoretical degree in physics. They said welcome aboard"
Ana backed into the lift until her back was pressed against the metal. She could hear the shuffling sounds as the dead closed in, all other exits now blocked. There seemed to be more and more of them, overwhelming by numbers alone, even as their slow pace kept them away from the group - that thought lingered only until she saw one unlike the others.
The sight of it sent a chill through her. It was a patient, like the survivors, but a fresh corpse - fresh enough to have been dead for a day. It was wearing the same hospital gown.
"GET IN!" It triggered something in her response, hammering on the 'Ground Floor' button, forgetting to hold the door. It wasn't lurching like the others - and, as she watched, it started to run.
It was faster than she was. It was faster than a human should be, and it was coming straight for the lift.
The doors were closing, everything converging on the lift, their metal mechanism creaking slowly - too slowly - as the thing ran towards them. She screamed again and grabbed the rough-spoken woman and the newcomer, dragging them into the lift just as the zombie reached out to grab her clothes and the doors slammed shut, severing its bloodless arm to flop onto the floor.
The banging started within a second, the hammering of dead fists and guttural howls, and then an agonised, human scream.
- - -
The lift dropped without waiting, leaving the horrible sounds to echo through their minds. It hurled downwards, whirring on old wires, powered by a robot probably running on a battery back. Ana gripped the rail, her eyes wide and fixed on the cold, severed arm oozing by the doors, its fluids splattered between them. She felt sick, unable to blink or look away.
Without warning, the lift slammed into the ground, the lights buzzing and flickering out with the power. Unable to see the hand in the pitch black, Ana closed her eyes, trying to breathe. "Oh gods... oh gods..."
Ana backed into the lift until her back was pressed against the metal. She could hear the shuffling sounds as the dead closed in, all other exits now blocked. There seemed to be more and more of them, overwhelming by numbers alone, even as their slow pace kept them away from the group - that thought lingered only until she saw one unlike the others.
The sight of it sent a chill through her. It was a patient, like the survivors, but a fresh corpse - fresh enough to have been dead for a day. It was wearing the same hospital gown.
"GET IN!" It triggered something in her response, hammering on the 'Ground Floor' button, forgetting to hold the door. It wasn't lurching like the others - and, as she watched, it started to run.
It was faster than she was. It was faster than a human should be, and it was coming straight for the lift.
The doors were closing, everything converging on the lift, their metal mechanism creaking slowly - too slowly - as the thing ran towards them. She screamed again and grabbed the rough-spoken woman and the newcomer, dragging them into the lift just as the zombie reached out to grab her clothes and the doors slammed shut, severing its bloodless arm to flop onto the floor.
The banging started within a second, the hammering of dead fists and guttural howls, and then an agonised, human scream.
- - -
The lift dropped without waiting, leaving the horrible sounds to echo through their minds. It hurled downwards, whirring on old wires, powered by a robot probably running on a battery back. Ana gripped the rail, her eyes wide and fixed on the cold, severed arm oozing by the doors, its fluids splattered between them. She felt sick, unable to blink or look away.
Without warning, the lift slammed into the ground, the lights buzzing and flickering out with the power. Unable to see the hand in the pitch black, Ana closed her eyes, trying to breathe. "Oh gods... oh gods..."
The entire lift ride down was like an outstretched never ending dive. Evelyn felt the water closing in on her. In the meekly lit box she held out her hand, observing the muscles trembling. She wanted to reach for her bag to tend to the wooden splinter still lodged in there, but thought better of it. If she pulled it out now, and it severed an artery upon entry, it would leave her to bleed out within a couple of minutes. The elevator also shook at irregular intervals as it went down that she was unsure if she could keep a steady hand while it moved.
Annoyed, she decided to take in her surroundings in stead. There were three others with her in the lift, if you didn't count the severed arm.
The first one - who seemed the most harmless - was a girl. She clung to the back of the steel handles and it made her seem almost vulnerable. She wouldn't pose much of a threat in a fight, if it came to that. Though the square footage of the box were limited and there was no way out at the time. From what she knew of animal behavour, was that they bit hardest when they were scared and cornered. The girl with the robot companion fit the description.
Second, was the tall woman who appeared to have bitten into a bitter lemon. The permanent scowl that settled on her face seemed to leave its mark. She wondered whether she pulled her face like that often or if it was all thanks to her gene composition. Her tall and muscular frame suggested that she could mean business; especially at this close range. Evelyn recalled stepping on her toe and instinctively leaned away. This one was set on them being in a game show. Her dark brown eyes flickered then between the tall woman and the metal doors, the dried blood evident for her at eye level. Props didn't get made to be able to do that. Props were CGI today. Looking back at the womans' face, she wondered if it had set in. That this was the epidemic they spoke of in the news.
Bar your doors. A shudder rocked Evelyns spine and she felt her cringe farther away into the side of the small room, the cold wall pressing harder against her back.
The last one, a young girl she ran into earlier, who stood the closest to her. Judging by her knowledge and execution of martial arts, she seemed to be a foe to be reckoned with. Even though she was small in stature, she could deal a mean kick. Her arm also seemed to be bleeding, but judging from the wounds, she could tell that they had been from the IV machine -
the same holes shared all around the room. Evelyn's eyes flickered down to her leg, which seemed to be troubled. Making eye contact with the girl, she nodded towards her lower limb, her lips pursed before presenting a question"what happened there? Did they get you?"
Evelyns' voice was low and hoarse and she stumbled over her words. Immediately after opening her mouth she regretted it; animals could sense fear.
The entire lift ride down was like an outstretched never ending dive. Evelyn felt the water closing in on her. In the meekly lit box she held out her hand, observing the muscles trembling. She wanted to reach for her bag to tend to the wooden splinter still lodged in there, but thought better of it. If she pulled it out now, and it severed an artery upon entry, it would leave her to bleed out within a couple of minutes. The elevator also shook at irregular intervals as it went down that she was unsure if she could keep a steady hand while it moved.
Annoyed, she decided to take in her surroundings in stead. There were three others with her in the lift, if you didn't count the severed arm.
The first one - who seemed the most harmless - was a girl. She clung to the back of the steel handles and it made her seem almost vulnerable. She wouldn't pose much of a threat in a fight, if it came to that. Though the square footage of the box were limited and there was no way out at the time. From what she knew of animal behavour, was that they bit hardest when they were scared and cornered. The girl with the robot companion fit the description.
Second, was the tall woman who appeared to have bitten into a bitter lemon. The permanent scowl that settled on her face seemed to leave its mark. She wondered whether she pulled her face like that often or if it was all thanks to her gene composition. Her tall and muscular frame suggested that she could mean business; especially at this close range. Evelyn recalled stepping on her toe and instinctively leaned away. This one was set on them being in a game show. Her dark brown eyes flickered then between the tall woman and the metal doors, the dried blood evident for her at eye level. Props didn't get made to be able to do that. Props were CGI today. Looking back at the womans' face, she wondered if it had set in. That this was the epidemic they spoke of in the news.
Bar your doors. A shudder rocked Evelyns spine and she felt her cringe farther away into the side of the small room, the cold wall pressing harder against her back.
The last one, a young girl she ran into earlier, who stood the closest to her. Judging by her knowledge and execution of martial arts, she seemed to be a foe to be reckoned with. Even though she was small in stature, she could deal a mean kick. Her arm also seemed to be bleeding, but judging from the wounds, she could tell that they had been from the IV machine -
the same holes shared all around the room. Evelyn's eyes flickered down to her leg, which seemed to be troubled. Making eye contact with the girl, she nodded towards her lower limb, her lips pursed before presenting a question"what happened there? Did they get you?"
Evelyns' voice was low and hoarse and she stumbled over her words. Immediately after opening her mouth she regretted it; animals could sense fear.
Quinn, who had now shut herself out, was only dully aware of the events that had transpired around her. Her body would react to threats and changing conditions, as if it had a mind of its own. Even when an unusually fast zombie lurched towards them, its arm severing and falling to the elevator floor, the girl’s gaze merely shifted to it, observing it almost boredly. If it weren’t for the lack of wounds, one could mistake her as another one of those creatures.
Her head was spinning, a migraine uncomfortably pounding in her head, in tandem with the the poundings fists of the Things on the elevator door. Just as she was beginning to feel faint, the elevator lurched downwards, lights flickering before turning pitch-black once again. The darkness that once was a comfort became terrifying again, under the knowledge that those creatures thrived in it.
The voice of the woman she’d met earlier brought Quinn out of her trance. She could hear the blood rush to her ears, though she was able to comprehend the woman’s voice. It asked: “What happened there? Did they get you?”
Assuming she was referring to her leg, the girl shook her head in response, though she doubted the woman would be able to see it in the darkness. When Quinn spoke again, her voice was low and husky from the lack of water. “No. From an accident, years ago.”
She knew that she didn’t get adequate medical attention. Her family was stuck in an ongoing financial struggle. Her dad, at the time, was working a low paying job every day of the week and was unable to afford medical bills or insurance. The extra money he got as a single parent all went to her tuition fee, bills, rent, and food, as did all of the other money he received. She had to make do with home-remedies - a shabby splint and a homemade cast - using her dead mother’s medical notes as guidance. Eventually, she was able to walk, run, and even kick with the leg, though movements caused her pain. Fortunately, the injury wasn’t anything too serious, but it hadn’t healed correctly, causing Quinn to walk with a limp.
There was some silence, no one knowing what to do. What could you do when your life was placed in the (figurative) hands of a robot? Finally she asked, still quietly as ever, “What’s your name?”
Quinn, who had now shut herself out, was only dully aware of the events that had transpired around her. Her body would react to threats and changing conditions, as if it had a mind of its own. Even when an unusually fast zombie lurched towards them, its arm severing and falling to the elevator floor, the girl’s gaze merely shifted to it, observing it almost boredly. If it weren’t for the lack of wounds, one could mistake her as another one of those creatures.
Her head was spinning, a migraine uncomfortably pounding in her head, in tandem with the the poundings fists of the Things on the elevator door. Just as she was beginning to feel faint, the elevator lurched downwards, lights flickering before turning pitch-black once again. The darkness that once was a comfort became terrifying again, under the knowledge that those creatures thrived in it.
The voice of the woman she’d met earlier brought Quinn out of her trance. She could hear the blood rush to her ears, though she was able to comprehend the woman’s voice. It asked: “What happened there? Did they get you?”
Assuming she was referring to her leg, the girl shook her head in response, though she doubted the woman would be able to see it in the darkness. When Quinn spoke again, her voice was low and husky from the lack of water. “No. From an accident, years ago.”
She knew that she didn’t get adequate medical attention. Her family was stuck in an ongoing financial struggle. Her dad, at the time, was working a low paying job every day of the week and was unable to afford medical bills or insurance. The extra money he got as a single parent all went to her tuition fee, bills, rent, and food, as did all of the other money he received. She had to make do with home-remedies - a shabby splint and a homemade cast - using her dead mother’s medical notes as guidance. Eventually, she was able to walk, run, and even kick with the leg, though movements caused her pain. Fortunately, the injury wasn’t anything too serious, but it hadn’t healed correctly, causing Quinn to walk with a limp.
There was some silence, no one knowing what to do. What could you do when your life was placed in the (figurative) hands of a robot? Finally she asked, still quietly as ever, “What’s your name?”
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