Summery: Rouge gets into a car accident and is sent to a hospital. A few stitches, a couple scratches, nothing to serious. Heavy on medication she falls asleep. The next day, the usual morning activity of the hospital is...gone...nothing can be heard for miles away. The staff is gone and the patients are dead. Anything worse? Yes, she realizes the doors are locked, and the windows sealed shut. And worse...she's trapped in the hospital with several killers, but not the normal kind. There's no way out. Panic takes over her, but she calms down when she meets four fortunate patients alive and walking. Can these five unlucky people get past the killers and reach the outside? Find out.
Rouge doesn't belong to me.
Chapter One: Something OFF...
"...The hell..." Rouge woke up to nothing. Literally. Rouge sat up in bed, the cotton white sheets pooling around her waist. She ran her hand through her messed up hair as she squeezed her eyes shut. She remembered the car crash, the glass shattering, the dark engulfing her, and the screams of terror. She shivered at the thought. She opened her eyes letting them scan the all-white room. Her hospital door was wide open and the hallway was empty. No one was passing by, and no footsteps could be heard. She could hear her own breathing and the hum of the lights above. Did she sleep the whole day throught and into the night again? No, they would've waken her up for breakfast or something. She turned and let her slender legs dangle on the side of her bed. Why?...
BANG!
The sound came from above, and the light that had once shone a pool of yellow around the room blackened. The glass that covered the light broke into tiny diamond shaped pieces, and fell to the floor, breaking into smaller pieces.
"I didn't do that...for sure..." Rouge muttered, as she got up and looked at the ceiling.
Something about the now black hole in the ceiling made her feel uncomfortable, and vulnerable...and naked. But feeling naked was partly because she was in the goddamn hospital gown. She looked around and found her clothes neatly folded on the royal blue chair next to her bed, then looking around as though waiting for a trap to spring she grabbed the clothes and quickly made her way to the door. She stopped before going out to the hallway and looked at the door. She ran her fingers over the broken glass that used to form the door window. She quickly withdrew her hand when she saw the traces of dry blood that caked the remains of the window. She went outside into the hallway and looked around. Some places of the hallway was dark, while others were brightly lit. She threw the hospital gown over her head, and changed into her signiture catsuit. Rouge ran her hand over her face and felt the stitches there. Then she brought her hand down and looked at it as though it was contaminated with chemicals unknown. She made her way down the hall, running her hand across the white walls as she walked then started to slow down as she reached another patient's room. Only one question remained in her mind...Should I go in?
Rouge looked into the patients room, but immedately regreted her move. Inside the patient was spread out on the bed, stomach split open, guts and blood smeared all over the walls, puddles of blood were everywhere on the floor making it look like a lake of red slush. Rouge looked back in and wrinkled her black nose to the copper smell of the blood. After a closer inspection, she saw that red liquid was dripping from the victim's hands. Looking closer, she discovered all the fingers were gone. A wave of panic hit her, and she stepped back, gripping the door frame for support.
Who would do this?
Almost falling to the ground, she forced herself up and made a run towards the steel elevator. While running, she passed three other rooms, and saw the patients inside were in the same conditon. Soon, she reached the elevator greedily pressing the tiny white button that said down. Her insides was swelling with fear, and she was starting to feel jumpy, even to the point where she was looking over her shoulder constantly. She waited for the ding of the elevator that indecated that it was ready.
It never came.
Rouge felt a pinch behind her eyes, as her hands started to shake. She sprinted down the rest of the hall and stopped at the stairs. She breathed a sigh of relief, the door would lead her to downstairs, to the lobby, and to the beautiful outside...
The door didn't budge.
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