Post by Matthew 'Voracity' Grey on Jun 16, 2011 12:03:41 GMT -5
There was a night when Matthew was in his room, laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling going over some of the stuff he had learned that day as well as what he had heard on the news. More than anything though he was thinking about the story on the television that the doctors had tried to keep him from seeing. The dead were returning to life and attacking the living all over the city and very likely other parts of the world.
Matthew knew they wouldn't be able to stay here much longer. Either they would get evacuated out like other medical patients and doctors or they would be left here to die. Right as Matthew was trying to come up with a plan to escape the following day, the lights in the hall would go dark. After a moment the emergency lighting would kick on, but as Matthew looked at the door he noticed it was now cracked open just a bit.
All the doors in the facility ran on electronic locks, the power outage severing their supply of electricity and thus had unlocked the doors. Standing Matthew would make his way to the now unlocked door. Breathing deeply and setting his mind to the task he would open it gently, creeping across the floor on the balls of his feet, much more quietly than one his size would be expected to sound.
Nearing the help desk near his room he watched as the nurse was trying to use the phone, her eyes were looking down, never noticing the behemoth before her. A small smile and Matthew would grab a pencil from the counter and right as she looked up he would sink it into the middle of her throat. The woman clawed at it trying to rip it out, her mouth gaping open as if to scream, but no more than a slight gurgling coming out. She slowly slid down to the ground looking up at Matthew as he smiled at her. He was finally free and he would get his brother back.
With purpose Matthew moved through the halls, having grabbed an assortment of improvised weapons from the health desk. A multitude of pens and pencils, scissors and of course he had his bare hands as well. Nothing would stop him now. . . He jogged down the halls now, getting more and more determined to find his brother.
Suddenly an orderly would step out in front of him, before he could even react Matthew stabbed the scissors directly into his chest, puncturing his lung. He followed this up with a simple leg sweep and using the momentum of his sweep would turn on his heel bringing himself around where he then performed a simple axe kick to the man's throat, crushing it.
Without even pausing to look at the man he started to jog once more towards the wing he believed his brother was in. Within the next five minutes Matthew killed another dozen people who simply got in his way. The only resistance he got was one orderly who tried to tackle him, which did not turn out well for the orderly. When he tried Matthew simply stepped to the side a bit, wrapped his arm around the back of his neck to the front and by lifting the man like that would cause his neck to break.
Finally he was at the door, with most of the staff dead. the lock was not disengaged though. Which was little to no problem for Matthew as the patient doors were meant to open inwards it would be much easier to break down. For roughly a minute Matthew kicked away at the door, his muscles and body weight bending the lock little by little. Finally the door was knocked inwards, flying open.
"Michael? Are you there?"
It was said in a low, but firm tone. He only bothered to lower his voice so he would not be interrupted in his reunion. Seeing his brother he ran over, giving him a hug before turning to the straight jacket Matthew would undo the belts in the back freeing his brother. When his brother rose to walk he stumbled a bit. It seemed the staff rarely let him exercise.
Without hesitation Matthew threw Michael over his shoulder and ran back out into the hall. On his way out of the building he encountered several more orderlies and even some zombies. It seemed when the electronic locks went out, the few zombies that were outside had also been let in. Matthew fought off the orderlies easy enough, even while holding his brother.
When one of the zombies grabbed at his brother, clawing his right arm Matthew would turn with a roar, reaching out with his left, grabbing the creature by the throat. It of course clawed at him, but Matthew simply ignored the pain of it's nails digging in. Lifting the creature with one hand he would throw it towards a pane of glass, the corpse sailing through the window out into the night before falling to the two floors down.
Leaving the building Matthew found a truck that an orderly was packing various items into. Setting his brother on the hood of another nearby car, Matthew walked over to the orderly, approaching him from behind. The orderly must have heard a slight scuffle or some other noise from Matthew, because right as he reached him he turned. Matthew's right hand darted out grabbing the man's throat, his fingers closing tighter and tighter. Matthew literally crushed his throat and then another moment later tore it out letting it and the body fall to the ground.
Retrieving his brother and placing him in the truck he would bandage both their arms as best he could before taking the driver's seat and soon both of them were off into the night, driving towards the main city. The television had said that it was worst in the cities, but they would need supplies to survive. . .
Matthew knew they wouldn't be able to stay here much longer. Either they would get evacuated out like other medical patients and doctors or they would be left here to die. Right as Matthew was trying to come up with a plan to escape the following day, the lights in the hall would go dark. After a moment the emergency lighting would kick on, but as Matthew looked at the door he noticed it was now cracked open just a bit.
All the doors in the facility ran on electronic locks, the power outage severing their supply of electricity and thus had unlocked the doors. Standing Matthew would make his way to the now unlocked door. Breathing deeply and setting his mind to the task he would open it gently, creeping across the floor on the balls of his feet, much more quietly than one his size would be expected to sound.
Nearing the help desk near his room he watched as the nurse was trying to use the phone, her eyes were looking down, never noticing the behemoth before her. A small smile and Matthew would grab a pencil from the counter and right as she looked up he would sink it into the middle of her throat. The woman clawed at it trying to rip it out, her mouth gaping open as if to scream, but no more than a slight gurgling coming out. She slowly slid down to the ground looking up at Matthew as he smiled at her. He was finally free and he would get his brother back.
With purpose Matthew moved through the halls, having grabbed an assortment of improvised weapons from the health desk. A multitude of pens and pencils, scissors and of course he had his bare hands as well. Nothing would stop him now. . . He jogged down the halls now, getting more and more determined to find his brother.
Suddenly an orderly would step out in front of him, before he could even react Matthew stabbed the scissors directly into his chest, puncturing his lung. He followed this up with a simple leg sweep and using the momentum of his sweep would turn on his heel bringing himself around where he then performed a simple axe kick to the man's throat, crushing it.
Without even pausing to look at the man he started to jog once more towards the wing he believed his brother was in. Within the next five minutes Matthew killed another dozen people who simply got in his way. The only resistance he got was one orderly who tried to tackle him, which did not turn out well for the orderly. When he tried Matthew simply stepped to the side a bit, wrapped his arm around the back of his neck to the front and by lifting the man like that would cause his neck to break.
Finally he was at the door, with most of the staff dead. the lock was not disengaged though. Which was little to no problem for Matthew as the patient doors were meant to open inwards it would be much easier to break down. For roughly a minute Matthew kicked away at the door, his muscles and body weight bending the lock little by little. Finally the door was knocked inwards, flying open.
"Michael? Are you there?"
It was said in a low, but firm tone. He only bothered to lower his voice so he would not be interrupted in his reunion. Seeing his brother he ran over, giving him a hug before turning to the straight jacket Matthew would undo the belts in the back freeing his brother. When his brother rose to walk he stumbled a bit. It seemed the staff rarely let him exercise.
Without hesitation Matthew threw Michael over his shoulder and ran back out into the hall. On his way out of the building he encountered several more orderlies and even some zombies. It seemed when the electronic locks went out, the few zombies that were outside had also been let in. Matthew fought off the orderlies easy enough, even while holding his brother.
When one of the zombies grabbed at his brother, clawing his right arm Matthew would turn with a roar, reaching out with his left, grabbing the creature by the throat. It of course clawed at him, but Matthew simply ignored the pain of it's nails digging in. Lifting the creature with one hand he would throw it towards a pane of glass, the corpse sailing through the window out into the night before falling to the two floors down.
Leaving the building Matthew found a truck that an orderly was packing various items into. Setting his brother on the hood of another nearby car, Matthew walked over to the orderly, approaching him from behind. The orderly must have heard a slight scuffle or some other noise from Matthew, because right as he reached him he turned. Matthew's right hand darted out grabbing the man's throat, his fingers closing tighter and tighter. Matthew literally crushed his throat and then another moment later tore it out letting it and the body fall to the ground.
Retrieving his brother and placing him in the truck he would bandage both their arms as best he could before taking the driver's seat and soon both of them were off into the night, driving towards the main city. The television had said that it was worst in the cities, but they would need supplies to survive. . .
