Bruce inhaled the air outside, and coughed, regretting it. The stench was terrible. They were finally outside of the hospital, ready to forget what had happened. However, it would not leave him, like the nightmares he had. They came back to him, and suddenly he felt the pain.
He remembered the beggings of his mother, the angry echoing of his father"s voice, the tears that had ran down his face.
"Are you okay?"
He snapped back to attention, and saw Misty looking at him with concern, her hand on his shoulder. He smiled at her, masking his fear of the memories.
"I"m fine," he whispered comfortingly. "Just glad to be out of there."
"Yeah, me too," she sighed, kicking an empty can of cola. "Still, where do you think she went? That woman?"
He shrugged. "I don"t know, nor do I care. I just want to find Baker and get out of here."
Misty nodded in agreement, and the two started walking down the street carefully. During their walk, he told her about what had happened in the hospital, about Dr Oldring and what he heard from the cultists, and in return she told him about the Hunter creature she had witnessed, the dying woman and the spider. Both listened to each other"s tales, and they started discussing about their lives before this. He told her about his job and the reports he had done, and she told him about her studies in college, and funny stories about her father fishing.
It seemed like a matter of minutes, and she pointed her finger at a giant building. The building was massive, with dark brown bricks and about two floors. The entrance was a pair of red double doors, and around the walls were small windows that were barred up.
"This is it," she said happily. "We made it, and with little encounters."
Bruce grinned. She was right. Perhaps the creatures were dying already. He doubted it, but there was a chance.
They sprinted for the doors, feeling more hopeful about their survival. They reached the doors, and with triumphance, he pulled the doors open, and frowned.
Three zombies in police uniform turned around, and cried hungrily at him. They started fumbling towards him, one falling over the dead body of a muscular man wearing a ripped shirt and black shorts.
"I knew it was too good to be true," he muttered to himself, and heard the gunfire coming from Misty, one of the zombies slumping to the ground at a head shot. She kept firing until the three were down, and the two of them walked in, closing the doors behind them.
The room which was the entrance was huge, the floors red marble. The room had four doors, and the only other objects in the room were used bullets, a desk covered in papers, a typewriter which had been in use before being abandoned, and chewed up dead bodies.
Misty started walking towards the closest door.
"Wait," Bruce said abruptly, grabbing her arm gently. "What are you doing?"
She turned to face him, and pulled her arm away. "That is the office of Chief Elena Mets. If she is alive, she will be in here."
"She could be one of those zombies and still be in there," Bruce reasoned. "We can"t just go wandering around on our own."
Misty stared at him, and he wished he had kept his mouth shut. "Look, I appreciate your help and everything, I do. But you must realise I have been surviving here for a while. I can handle myself. If it makes you happy, we choose two doors each. We explore them, and meet back here. I plan to check the office and the cells. I suggest you look into those two doors: the armory and the offices."
Bruce nodded without resistance. He didn"t like the idea, but she was right. It hurt him to think it, but Misty seemed more in control than he did most of the time.
"Okay," he said, raising his arms insubmission. "But if you don"t return, I"ll come looking for you."
Smiling, Misty held out her hand. "It"s adeal."
Bruce shook it. "Deal."

Mayor Barry Wilkins whistled a song as he shot down one of those zombies. He knew Umbrella had been up to something, but he never guessed that it had been Viral Warfare. Now, it seemed Umbrella found out about his curiosity and let loose the beasts they had created to hunt him down.
It didn"t matter now, he didn"t need to warn the people about Umbrella as most were either dead or infected. Those he had seen alive had tried killing him, blaming him for it all. It had been a terrible week, and still he had heard gunshots around the precinct. Officers and vigilante survivors were still around, but most were not cooperative. The only man who had played nice had been Officer Roger Ryman, and he had left the precinct to help out two other officers in the street. Whether the man was dead or not was a mystery to him.
Barry checked the handgun he had found. Only two bullets left. Cursing Umbrella, he kicked the corpse of the freshly put down zombie. Things were bad enough with the zombies and monsters, but there had been reports of men with swords running about, killing or stealing people. He had been worried about meeting these men, hoping they would be wiped out along with Umbrella"s scientists.
Barry had planned to run to the hospital, if not for what Ryman had told him about people not coming out alive. At first, he had considered that the people had found a saferoom and had hid there. However, that hospital was also the area Umbrella had hidden their monsters, and he had doubted his first thought instantly.
A gunshot echoed again, coming from the main entrance. More joined it, and soon they stopped. No screams.
"Survivors," Barry gasped with joy.
He was about to run to the main entrance when he remembered what Ryman had told him.
"Don"t run to any gunshots," Ryman had told him. "Right now, people are shooting first and asking questions later."
The very quote stopped him, and at that, Barry sat down at a mahogany desk with a computer on it.
"Quick rest, then I"ll-"
Before he could continue, he fell asleep, hoping he would be alive when he would wake up.