|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:38 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:00 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:27 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 12:36 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 1:44 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 3:01 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 3:45 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:16 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 4:38 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 7:33 am
|
|
|
|
Adam opened the door to the fire escape. It creaked open, like the hinges were rusted, but at least an alarm didn't go off. As the pair asended the stairs, Adam couldn't help but notice that there was alot of dried blood on the walls. He guessed that when intial infection hit, people must have been trapped here, either going crazy and killing one another or just became breakfast for the zombie hordes, either way he had a bad feeling about the upper floors.
On the outside, the hospital looked like it had about eight floors. He hoped he could find some first-aid kits, aniseptics, and disinfectants early on in the building, but that bad feeling told him that his goal lay near the top of the hospital. He didn't like it one bit. He gripped his lead pipe tighter with his right hand and adjusted his saftey glasses with his left hand.
The pair approched to second floor door. "Chris, be ready for anything." he said. Adam kicked opened the door as fast as he could, hoping to smack an unsuspecing zombie on the other side, but there was no sound of door on body, just the door hitting the wall next to it. As he looked on, the second floor looked ransacked, like everything had been taken already. There had to be something Adam could use.
They walked ahead a bit, checking a few rooms. One room room in particular caught Adam's eye. Either he was hullucinating or it was real but the room looked in perfect condition. Adam walked in and saw his hope dash for any supplies vanish. On the wall opposite from bed was a body, and the words "GET OUT" written in blood on the wall. There was a makeshift barricade made out of beds and other things, but it was broken. Adam knew the bad feeling was right, something was wrong with this hospital, in fact, he could still smell the copper tinge of blood. The message must have been fresh.
Just as Adam turned his back, the body thaat was laying next to the message sprang up and lunged at him. Adam fell over, loosing his grip on the pipe and now strugggling to get the living dead man off of him. "CHRIS! HELP!" he yelled as loud as he could.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:45 pm
|
|
|
|
"Oh, there ya' are Fred! I wondered where ya wandered off too!" Chris said, kicking the zombie in the side, "I guess that serves ya right, for leavin' me for dead."
Chris calmly hit the zomibe in the head as it lunged at him, using it's own momentum against it. The zombie's feet flun upwards as if it had been closelined as it's head was smashed in by the rifle's butt. Chris swiftly followed this movement by slamming the rifles but down as the zombie fell, increasing its landing speed, its head getting crushed into pieces from the impact combination of the floor and the rifle. He walked over and helped Adam up, "Wasn't nothin', man. There wasn't a need to yell, now we got the whole place knowing we're here."
As Chris finished, the sound of what seemed to him as hundreds of pairs of feet echoed throughout the hospital.
"Whatever you need to do, it had better be quick. I ain't above leavin' ya behind if you try and do something stupid that will get me killed," Chris said.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 6:15 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 8:04 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 2:43 am
|
|
|
|
Richie got up and hobbled oer to the medic, following him down the hall and up an elevator to the hospital wing. The medic applied medicine and a cast to the leg as Richie lay there, getting annoyed and frustrated. Once the medic was done, he gave Richie some crutches, which he took and used to stand up.
"What now?" Richie asked the medic.
"Wait in the lobby for your friend. When she comes up after the interview, we'll see if she needs any treatment. After that, it's up to Jean-Mark," the medic replied. Richie grunted in acknowledgement, hobbling over to the lobby and sat in a chair back in a corner. He was so tired, that no matter how hard he tried to saty awake, he ultimatley fell asleep in the lobby.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:58 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|