Lukas ran down the streets, just running, and running. He didn't want to stop, he just wanted to get away from whatever the hell that thing was. He didn't understand what the hell was going on anymore. Everywhere he turned, everywhere he went, it only spawned more questions. He ran, and kept on going until he was totally out of breath. He had ran so hard, his legs felt as if they were burning and cramping up. He stopped, pressing his back against a nearby car. He felt like he just wanted to be sick. Blood was running down his face, and no matter how hard he tried, it seemed like he couldn't wipe it all off. He threw up a little bit in his mouth, and spat it out onto the ground. "Fuck... Fuck," he whispered to himself as he tried to get his breath back. There was something wrong with this entire place. He didn't know if they were monsters, demons, aliens, or just his imagination, but he didn't feel safe. He needed a better weapon than a knife. He needed a gun, or at least a blade with a little more reach. As soon as he caught his breath and composed himself, he looked back to the car, looking in the side view mirror. He then wiped away the rest of the blood from his face with his hands, but all that seemed to do was smear it all over, as well as get it on his hands too. He needed to wash it all off him.

After a full thirty minutes, of wondering the streets, Lukas found a general shop. He looked around himself, checking for any of those creatures before then trying to open the door. It was locked, but there was a big glass window looking into the shop. Once again, he looked around, seeing none of those monsters around. Without a second thought, he kicked in the fragile glass, shattering it fairly easily before then climbing in. He looked around, seeing that most of the shelves were pretty bare. As he walked around the general store, he found a few items that interested him. Duct tape, a broom, and a hammer. He also found a fairly decent backpack. It was brown in color, not too big, but also not too small. He put it on, and then made his way over to the broom. He detached the brush from the wooden pole so he could then tape his knife to the end of it. A few minutes later, he had a fairly good makeshift spear. He wondered how well it would hold up if he were to actually hit someone with it, but he guessed there was only one way to find out. He stuffed the hammer away in his backpack, keeping it as both a tool and a weapon. He spent a few more minutes looking around the store for anything he could use, but nothing caught his eye.

"Hey!" A man yelled out to Lukas.

Lukas spun around, looking towards the shattered window. He then saw the man he met when he first entered this town. The man dressed in the suit. "Err, Cole? So you managed to get away too? I am glad to see you again."

Cole looked more than a little worried, seeing all that blood on his face, shirt, pants, and hands. "Who's blood is that?" He apprehensively asked Lukas.

"It's not mine, it belongs to those things that we saw. I managed to kill one... They're not human, they're something else entirely. I don't know what the fuck they are, but they freak me out, and they want to kill us." Lukas told him. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that if he didn't kill that creature, then it would've killed him.

Cole wasn't sure what to think for a moment. He didn't know if he should run away from this guy, or seek his help. He wasn't much of a fighter at all. He yelled a lot at his employees, but if he actually got into a fight, he wouldn't come out of it unscathed. "From now on, maybe we should stick together."

"I was thinking the same thing. Maybe you should get yourself a weapon, I saw a few things in here that you can use." Lukas was glad that someone was actually coming with him. The thought of having someone watch his back put him at ease a bit.

Cole walked into the store, hearing glass breaking underneath his expensive shoes. "Ugh, today was the wrong day to dress in my best clothes..." The thought of getting blood on his suit scared him more than killing someone, so he went ahead and grabbed a hammer too, although he really wanted that spear that Lukas had made. However, they might not need weapons for much longer. He reached into his trouser pocket, and pulled out something. "I found this map, and apparently there should be a hospital nearby. If there is anyone that can help us, they'd be there. That's where I was heading before I saw you."

Even if the hospital was empty, it was worth investigating even if it were to get a few medical supplies. Lukas had a feeling that they were both going to come out of this with more than a few scrapes and bruises. "You read the map, and I'll make sure nothing gets in our way."

That was absolutely fine with Cole. He wasn't a fighter, he was more of a thinker. "Let's get going before more come. You've already rang the dinner bell by breaking that glass."

"I had to," Lukas replied. He didn't like the way Cole said that, but he kept those thoughts to himself. Both of them walked out of the store, and continued on towards the hospital.

Cole kept his head down most of the time, gazing at the map. He only looked up whenever they came to any crossroads. When they finally reached the hospital, he looked up to it. It was three stories high, and it looked to be abandoned. There were two trees besides the front entrance, but it did little to liven up the decrepit building. "Oh no..."

"What?" Lukas thought that perhaps Cole had seen something.

"It's abandoned! Just like everywhere else! Did everyone just run away and leave their shit behind?!" Cole angrily thought to himself.

"I would, if I saw those things roaming around outside my home. Come on, let's look around inside the hospital. Maybe we'll find something." Lukas hoped that the journey here wasn't all for nothing. As he approached the building, he noticed something in one of the second story windows. It looked like someone was moving around up there. Maybe the building wasn't completely abandoned. Both men walked in together, looking around. This place obviously had no power. It was dark, and there was a strange mildew scent in the air. He dreaded to think what was growing on the walls of this place. Thinking of the walls, he wondered if there was asbestos in this old building. It didn't really matter either way, there were bigger dangers around. Death by mould and asbestos was low on his list of worries right now.

"I hate hospitals." Cole didn't like the look of this place. Hospitals were always bad, but seeing one as dirty and as decrepit as this just felt so strange. Usually, they were the cleanest places in the world, even if they did remind him of death. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his keys. On his key ring, there was a small flashlight. "No one is here, we might as well leave."

"We've only just got here! Besides, I think someone is here. When we were out on the street, I thought I saw someone through one of the windows on the floor above us."

"It could've been one of those things! They look human enough when they're far away," Cole quickly responded.

"And what if it is a person? They could tell us what the fuck is going on in this place." Lukas felt like he needed to find out exactly what was going on here. He still didn't know if this was some kind of hallucination, or if this was actually really happening. He was thinking that perhaps this wasn't real, or at least the monsters weren't. He guessed perhaps this fog could really be some kind of odorless gas, perhaps released by the government. He believed that explanation was the most likely, because actual demons just seemed too unbelievable. However, if that was the case, then what did he inside that house?

"If you want to go check out the other floors in this place, then go right ahead. I will stay here," he said as he walked over to a nearby chair, and sat down on it.

"We would stand a better chance if we stick together," Lukas told him.

"We would stand a better chance if we didn't go searching this clearly deserted hospital. For all we know, this could be their breeding grounds."

"I can't believe you. It was your idea to come here, and now you just want to leave before checking this place? Do what you want, but I am going to check this place out. If I see one of those things, then I'll leave this place," he said. He was already beginning to regret deciding to take a look around this place. He could barely see the black and white tiled floor in front of him. "Could I borrow your flashlight?"

"Do you really need it?" Cole hesitantly replied. He really didn't like the idea of parting with his small flashlight. The dark terrified him. The idea that he may never see anything else ever again is really what scared him.

"I am about to go looking around a hospital with no power, of course I need it! How am I going to search the place if I can't see?"

"Alright, alright! Take it, just don't drop it! It is the only one I have," he said as he handed over the small torch to Lukas.

As he took the torch, he noticed that Cole looked as if he was about to say something, but he stopped himself. Lukas guessed that whatever he had to say wasn't going to be good. Without another word, Lukas decided to walk down the dark halls alone. He held his makeshift spear in one hand, and the small LED flashlight in the other. The first few doors he walked up to were locked. He could've kicked the doors in, but he didn't want to make too much noise. It didn't take him long to find a door leading to a stairwell. Unlike the rest if the doors, this one was metal. Thankfully, the door was unlocked. He guessed it would have to be left unlocked in case a fire broke out. The door creeked open, the rusted hinges sounding almost as if they were about to give way at any moment. He then walked into the stairwell, which would've been absolutely pitch black if he didn't take the torch with him.

"Shit, this was a bad idea," he thought to himself. However, he still pushed on. Up the concrete stairs, he went. The sound of his boots making contact with each step echoed throughout the dark stairwell. The sound of something breathing made him stop in his tracks. His heart almost stopped as he looked behind himself, but saw nothing. He was sure something was raspily breathing right behind him, but doubt started to creep into his mind. He thought that perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him. He then proceeded to walk right up the staircase until he found a door leading to the second floor. Carefully, he opened it. He entered a corridor, and shined his light straight down it. To his surprise, it turned out he wasn't alone after all. There appeared to be a nurse, standing there with her back turned to him. She was standing about fifteen feet away. Lukas couldn't stop himself from looking at her legs, noticing how short her skirt seemed. That was not the only thing that caught his attention however. He thought it was incredibly strange to find a woman standing in a pitch black corridor. It didn't even look like she had a torch. "Hello?"

The nurse then turned around with a disgusting bone crunching sound. Her face was completely smooth, and featureless. There was no nose, eyes, or lips. It was all just gray flesh, with splotches of reddish brown. It was hard to tell if it was dried blood, or part of her skin. She wore white, plastic medical gloves which appeared to have blood at the fingertips. The demonic nurse raised her hand to reveal that she had a weapon, a handgun. She pointed it right at Lukas, and pulled the trigger.