Alex shook her head, tearing open a gauze from the first aid kit in front of her and plugged her bleeding nose. That can't have been real. There's no way that she could have heard that from the other side of the wall. She turned to search the desk at the front of the room, starting to rustle through the drawers, and check the papers on the desk for anything relevant. On the emergency patient intake list the day the hospital was shut down there were five serious cases, a couple broken ribs, two stabbing victims, gunshot wounds and a Jane Doe that came in naked and covered in blood, cause of bleeding unknown. She took a better look at the badges on the desk. Huh. One of them was Sam's. She took it with her.
As she was about to look in the last drawer something moving in the corner of her eye made her jump. It was one of those hookers (I immediately regret this name choice. XD) crawling down the second row of beds. Above the noise of the screens a shrill cry came from it's circular razor blade mouth. Alex raised the pistol from the holster and leveled it with the thing as she watched it, edging slowly around the counter to head down the row of beds it wasn't in. The thing leaped at her, using it's larger front legs as springs. With two loud booms in quick succession the pistol kicked firmly against her grip. One of the bullets struck true, tossing it limply back against one of the bed curtains. The room filled with the sound of five or six shrieking cries, causing Alex to panic and rush straight for the exit at the end of the room. Curtains were pushed as she sprinted past with the pistol aimed at the ceiling. She hastily opened the door and slammed it shut behind her.
She found herself in a bent hallway. A painting of the hospital unnaturally bent itself around the hooked corner of the hall and the window on the right side showed the insulation of a wall beyond the glass, hinting at the warped nature of the building. There was little sound other than the loud buzz of the TVs behind her, but a light sobbing could be heard beyond the left wall, must be a small room. Alex opened the door at the end of the curved hall.
She found herself in a wide room lined with stone tile flooring, a glass walled knick-knack shop was in the middle of the hallway, almost taking up the whole aisle. Most of the shelves inside were toppled and one bookshelf broke through a pane of glass, littering shards everywhere. There was a door with a window right before the shop, and security door further down. Past the shop along the east wall was a heavily barricaded door, which seemed passable, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know why it was being barricaded off. The sound of the sobbing was coming from a ladies bathroom right next to her.
She poked open the door slightly and peeked her head in. The lights flicked dimly in here, fitting place to be depressed in. It was a small double stalled, but the person crying didn't bother closing the stall door. The crying lady was hulking, a good 6'10" if she had to guess, and dressed in an ill-fitting navy shirt and pants that had ripped in a few places and exposed her midsection. She hadn't noticed Alex poke her head in as her hands covered her eyes. Alex could see past her shoulder-length brown hair that she had small tusk-like teeth protruding slightly, but otherwise her mouth seemed fairly normal.
((Need to update my map, but I have to go immediately. If someone has a less amusingly bad name for the hookers, let me know. XD))
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Topic: Bloodied: A Dark Detective Fantasy (Read 5798 times)