"This idea is sufficiently pleasurable in an attempt to account for the phenomenon, the sickness and the sentence of blood. I could no longer struggle; every moment threatened to be the last- there was pain, dizziness and profuse bleeding at the pores. How is this possible? The transmission was transfusing. In a moment the sober eye of reason would detect a vibration in the flesh. Creeping, incoherent, bearing no mark, of a human hand." Is the letter James Sunderland read at the desk of an old hospital. It was written in blood on a dark brown piece of paper. The paper seemed to be torn as if struggle was taking place when written. He placed the note into his pocket. Why did he take it, he did not know. Maybe it could be some use in the future. He looked around for anything else he could take. All he found was body parts and bloody writing on walls that meant nothing. He walked out the door and turned to a small door. It was covered in blood. James became disturbed and walked to it. As he reached to open it, the door begun to shake as if something wanted to be let out. The door flung open with a woman screaming and leaped on James. James fell to the ground and the woman told him to run. He looked over her shoulder and seen something coming at them. He stood up and grab the young girl. He dragged her down the hall with the shadow not far behind. He opened a door and threw her in. He ran into and sat a chair in front of the door. The door shook with intense force. The girl screamed and James put her hand over her mouth to shut her up. Maybe if they were quite it would go away. He was right, soon after the door stopped shaking and it became quite again. James looked at the girl. "What in the hell was that?!" he asked in a demanding voice. All the girl could do was shake and cry. He put his ear to the door and heard something. He listened closer. "What is it?" the girl asked in a shaken voice. James signaled her to be quite and listened more closely. The sound was breathing getting more and more louder. James jumped back. A loud thud was herd on the other side and the door almost caved in. "Run!" James yelled as the door slammed down. A blade was thrown into the room almost hitting him. He grabbed the girl and ran to the back of the room. The monster seen them and came charging at them with rage. The girl screamed and ran past it. "Hey! Get back here, you'll be killed!!" James called out. The monster turned to grab her. James stood up and shot at the monster with his gun. It roared with anger. The girl ran out the door and shut it. She locked it and ran down the hall screaming. Soon her screaming turned into a gasping cry for help. The cry turned into a gagging and curdling sound. James could not get out. He was trapped. He backed into the wall. The monster came closer raising its blade. It smashed down upon him. James fell to the floor with a loud thud. The monster reached into his pocket, and took the note he had found earlier. Dragging its blade behind him, it shut the door. James could only think "Was all that for that one note?" He crawled to the door, bleeding badly. He reached to the door, and dropped his hand. The door soon opened slowly and it became dark. James felt a hand grab him and pick him up Soon he was carried down a hall. The hands seemed small. He opened his eyes slowly. All he could see was an image of a human carrying him. He knew no more and passed out.