Known Dangers

[Refreak]

Lone-Wolf cautiously opened the door leading to one of the pharmacies in the vast hospital. Stepping in he flipped the light switch. Nothing.

"Figures," He muttered to himself.

Lone-Wolf followed a small group of uninfected people to the front and inside the hospital, or what was left of it. Staying back from the group, because he didn't want to be found and attacked if these were not friendly survivors. Luckily they didn't seem to notice him, but they just disappeared into one of the dark corridors. Knowing the dangers of the hospital he continued to search for the group, avoiding the morgue in the basement was his biggest concern along with the basement in general. Not finding any clues as to what had happened to them, Lone-Wolf decided to find the nearest pharmacy to stock up on pain killers.

Turning on the LED mounted on his VP70, he swept the room for any hostiles. Seeing none he walked up to one of the shelves and started to grab any bottle he could grab. Filling up the small shopping bag he was carrying, he stepped back out into the hall. Walking back toward the front doors of the hospital, he heard the familiar sounds of a smoker around the corner. Stopping in his tracks, he thought of another way out of the hospital that did not involve the basement in anyway, shape, or form. The only thing he could think of was jumping out a window on the first or second floor. Unsheathing his stiletto in case there was another smoker close by, he slowly backed up and turned around.

[Refreak]

He entered the closest room he cold find and swept it with his handgun. Seeing nothing other than bloody handprints on the wall, Scott silently closed the door. He could wait here if he had to, but he knew better. Eventually the zeds would find him, his only chance for survival was once again jumping through a window. How odd, lately he had been doing that a lot. He shrugged it off as he opened the window near the bed, Looking around, he saw nothing in the area. There were a few zeds roaming the streets, but that was usual. What wasn't though, was the humanoid form walking it's way toward the hospital. Bringing his head back into the room, Scott closed the window.

Fuck, a Tyrant's out there. Great now I have to wait. He thought to himself. He knew this day could get worse and he hoped like hell that it wouldn't.

[kazemitsu]

Kaze was scowling as he made his way to the hospital. Today he had grown tired of hiding and sneaking through the shadows like some sort of criminal. Today he had been wandering the streets slaughtering the infected monsters. His entire front was covered in blood along with his spear and axe. His axe was in his left and his spear in his right so he could kill twice as fast.

Although there was an ulterior motive to his wandering towards the hospital. He could use some more medical supplies. Almost all the pills he had were expired since they were years old. When he drew closer the zombies outside of the hospital looked at him before charging, such simple minded creatures. He grinned as they drew near.

The first to get close enough got skewered through the skull and thrown into a a few more. The second was cleaved from head to the bottom of its sternum. Kaze didn't keep track of their gender since they were monsters to him. He had seen one chewing on a child's arm like it was a chicken wing. That one had been torn apart with his bare hands in his rage.

During his thinking he had slaughtered the zombies around him on auto pilot. The only one left seemed different. it was larger definitely and it had a bladed looking arm. "Well big ugly...just you and me now. Lets see if those claws can stand up to tempered steel." Kaze growled as he launched his spear at the mutated freak with all his might.