"I just can't believe that it happened, it was so unreal. Our town was not known for crime, especially so violent...It's still hard to talk about." he said.
"Hans, I hate to divert the conversation, but...there's a room that I need to check at the hospital...I need to go to the cancer wing."
"why do you need to go there? or do I not want to ask?" he inquired.
"I need to find my Stetson...there's a chance he's in the hospital with Rip...Like you, i'd rather not explain." She spoke. Hans lit another cigarette, a whiff of cloves scented the air.
"I chain smoke when i'm nervous. I'm glad I brought 4 packs. I'm already almost through the first one."
"I only smoke when i'm nervous or upset. I used to smoke more. I didn't bring any with me because I didn't want to start again."
"Well, I can always give you a couple...better than buying a whole pack." he offered, pulling his cigarettes out and giving her one. She lit it and exhaled slowly. Brookhaven hospital was quickly approaching, looming over them with a heavy veil of discern. Riana's hands visibly shook, she got quiet, the tension between them thick in the air. Hans searched for something to say. Something to kill the silence, but Riana spoke first.
"I just can't believe how unreal this all is, I feel like i'm in a twisted fairytale." They walked up the steps, pausing in front of the door. "Well this is it, now or never" Cigarette still in hand she opened the door and entered, Hans directly behind her. She screamed at what she saw, it was a nurse grotesquely disgured. her head wobbled, and there was a steel pipe in her hand. Within mere seconds hans dispatched it, and she breathed a sigh of relief. "The cancer floor is the third floor, What floor do you need to go to?"
"Uh," he stumbled "I believe the sixth floor." She nodded, heading for the stairs.
"Check the stairwell for me first, please." he opened the door, flashing his light up the stairs. Nothing, he headed forward. Opening the second floor door, Hans checked again. It brought back memories of working in the prison. Riana knew where she was going, she checked all the rooms, distraught before heading to the pharmacy. While in there, she looked through patient files, Hans looked around the room, finding expired medications, pills, bottles, and...joints? he turned to Riana,
"Is this a joint?" she looked over and nodded.
"They give them to the patients to fight nausea and increase appetite. Pulling out his lighter, he lit it. He had nothing to lose. With the smell filling the air, Riana turned around. "Are you smoking that?"
"Uh, yeah, why not? It's medical isn't it?"
She blinked at him. His eyes started to squint, and he visibly relaxed as he puffed on it. "you want to share it?" She thought for a moment. She hadn't smoked since college. It always made her head feel funny, but it was relaxing. Feeling Han's 'nothing to lose' attitude, she took it from him, smoking it and handing it back. It had been so long, she instantly felt it, she was tired and her mind was wandering and she couldn't feel the raw soreness in her muscles. She closed the cabinet drawers and headed to the door.
"Ok Hans, lets go to the sixth floor. He isn't here. I don't know what to do...maybe he's with Rip, or maybe he's on the roof..." she drifted off, terrifed of the thought that she wouldn't find him. Brushing past her, Hans started running up the stairwell, the buzz from the joint giving him energy, an old nostalgic feeling. Riana dragged behind him. Her buzz making her want to take a nap, making her mind wander, unable to focus. Once Hans got to the sixth floor, he began searching, forgetting that Riana was behind him, frantic he turned around. She wasn't there, he called with no response. Where did she go? Immediatly Hans ran up to the roof, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw her standing by the fence.
"Riana, what the fuck? do you have any idea how worried i was?" she looked towards him, her eyes bloodshot. A grinding sound emerged from the corner as a twisted frame of a man with a painful pyramid on his head emerged, in his right hand, dragging on the cement, was a large butcher-like knife. Riana seemed unfazed. Hans immediatly pulled out his gun, emptying a clip into it's chest, slowing him down considerably. "Oh Fuck me, I'm out of bullets."
End Chapter 4.
Sorry for the delay. I don't know when chapter 5 will be posted. please be patient, and review. I'm anxious to know how my stories are turning out after being gone for more than 2 years. Much love to my readers and reviwers. Also, Unbetad Sorry for the visual mind rape of the english language.