A/N; Sorry for the Cliffy, I need to do some time to think of how I am going to end this three part chapter.
And lastly I don't own Harry Potter and please review.
Royal London Hospital/Parking Lot
The Planning went fast, and everyone decided to use three smaller Transport Helicopters to land on the Hospital Helipad on the roof to evacuate the Patients and doctors, while the Special Forces enter the entrance to take care of the undead.
With the planning over and everyone got to their position, the young Wizard looked to the Sergeant. "Sir, can I borrow one of your spare Riffles?" Harry wondered as the older man nodded.
"Fine, but next time you have to bring something other then your handgun!" Mills firmly suggested as the young Wizard nodded before grabbing a Riffle, and loaded it with a clip of exploding Bullets.
"Wow it's been an awhile using this type of Firearms, I do hope I remember what end the bullet comes out." Harry joked, as the Sergeant gave him a glare.
"Potter maybe I should take that gun from you, until I know you can use it!" Mills firmly warned as he made a grab for the gun
"Hey I was only kidding, I know this gun well enough to take it apart and put it together in working order." Harry quickly explained while moving away from the Sergeant.
"Potter next time don't joke around with us when dealings with the Guns." Mills glared as they left the tent and waited for the Helicopters to arrive before making their move.
In less then fifteen minutes, three Helicopters landed in the parking lot, where one quickly picked up some soldiers and flew up to the roof, where the Helipad is located.
Top Floor
After getting a phone call, groups of doctors were herding some patients to the stairs where, a group of Soldiers awaited them. "Doctor, do you know how many patients you have here?" A Soldier quickly asked as a doctor step aside to allow the patients to follow the other soldiers up the stairs.
"We have fifty on this floor, and maybe a little over a hundred more all together, but we got many that is bedridden, and won't be able to leave their rooms." The Doctor warned as the soldier nodded.
"We can take ten patients at a time, to a nearby Hospital that is guarded with Soldiers, and with three helicopters, I am sure we can evacuate everyone that can be moved in a few hours." The Soldier suggested, as he doctor looked worried.
"What about the bedridden Patients?" The doctor quickly asked as the soldier sighed.
"I will leave some arm men to guard the floors with the bedridden patients, and hopefully the soldiers on the first floor will take care of the Undead before the patients are threaten." The Soldier stop talking as yells sounded far bellow the stairs.
"The Barricade to the second floor is almost gone we need to move the patients up to higher floors." Someone yell up the stairs.
"Great I was hoping for more time!" The Soldier grumbled as the doctor looked to him.
"We can make all the time we need, since we already set obstacles aside for each floor." The Doctor started as the soldier looked to him. "The obstacles are place in a way, so all we need to do is push them down the stairs to block the next floor, the second the floor is evacuated." The Doctor quickly informed the Soldier.
"That is a pretty good plan, and it will buy us some time." A very impress soldier smiled while gesturing the doctor to head up to the Helipad, while he and a number of soldiers separated to see what they could do to help.
First Floor
Groups of soldiers went into the main doors with guns blazing, causing a group of undead to blow apart, and clearing the way. "Potter you better get that Virus detector ready, so we will know where they are!" Mills barked as the young Wizard looked to his black box.
"Actually I believe the main source of Virus is located in the Morgue, since that is where all these Undead is coming from." Harry gravely suggested as the Sergeant gulp.
"I was hoping that wasn't the case Potter." Mills snapped at the young Wizard before looking to his men. "All right kids, let's split up, and I will lead one group to the Morgue, while the rest of you check each floor to clear away the Undead." Mills commanded and soon they all separated.
First Floor Stairs
A small group of soldiers looked down the dim lit stairway, which seems to go down forever. "Sergeant Mills, would it be better if we use the Elevator?" Harry wondered as the Sergeant shook his head.
"That will be a bad idea, since there could be a ton of Undead waiting just outside the Elevator doors." Mills warned as they descended down. "The stairs will be safer, since it will have more room for us to move, and we can see what is ahead of us." Mills stopped as two of his men fired four shots which completely blew apart two Undead, as they were seen walking up the stairs. "See this way we have a clear shot of any Undead coming our way." Mills then led the group further down.
Basement Level
After walking down several flights of stairs, and taking out several more Undead, the group of soldiers stopped before a door. "According to the map, this door leads to the Labs, and then the Morgue, so lets be prepare just incase there is more Undead waiting for us." Mills gravely warned and his soldiers quickly ready their weapons.
Within seconds the small group of soldiers entered the room, and froze as they spotted a large number of doctors, they all were bloody, and walked aimlessly about the room. "My god, the Virus turned the recently killed doctors into the Undead!" A soldier cried out, almost instantly the Undead started for the soldier.
"You fool they all are now alerted to us!" Mills scolded as they all switch to automatic fire, and blasted the group of Undead, which luckily for them did not stand a chance against their onslaught.
Within a minute of firing their weapons, the Sergeant held out his hand, to signal his men to stop shooting. "What a mess, I am glad we are not the ones to clean it up." Mills spat as he looked at the body parts scatter about the Lad, and to some of the soldiers' horror, small bits of limbs we twitching. "Potter lets head to the end of this Lab, and you guys blast those parts that is still moving before joining us." Mills smiled at the sick looks of his men, before walking through the blood stained room.
Across the large lab, the two soldiers stopped before a solid door, and opened it to reveal a long hallway with a number of doors on each side. "There should be some offices and storage rooms along this corridor, we better check them out before heading to the Morgue." Mills quickly suggested, and with a nod, the two slowly open doors, and they began shouted into them to see if there were any survivors.
After encountering some Undead, the young Wizard almost gave out hope that they would find anyone living, that was until he reached to his fifth door, which he slightly opened. "Hey is there anyone in there?" Harry shouted, while preparing his gun to shoot into the room.
"Please help us, we have some injured!" Someone shouted back, and the young Wizard looked to his Sergeant.
"Sir I got survivors in this room!" Harry quickly informed the older soldier.
"I am not deaf Potter, I heard them!" Mill snapped at the young Wizard. "Now go in there and assist those people, while I radio my men to get them to safety." Mills quickly ordered, and the young Wizard went into the room, to see what he can do.
The room was a large storage room, where the young Wizard spotted five scared and bloodied doctors, a few had bad wounds on various parts of there body. "Do any of you need help to leave here?" Harry quickly asked as he went to the wounded to check them over.
"Only the ones with bite marks, I think they need a stretcher, since with all the blood they lost I doubt they will make it to the first floor." A doctor warned as the young Wizard silently cast a healing spell, which should help keep the wounded alive.
"I got some help coming do you guys know where the elevator is on this floor?" Harry wondered as the doctors nodded.
"The elevator is on the left side of the lab, just pas the double doors." A Doctor quickly informed the young Wizard, but a pain filled voice got his attention.
"There is something in the Morgue it spoke before unleashing the Undead." The wounded Doctor whispered before passing out.
"Do you guys know what he was talking about?" Harry worriedly asked the standing doctors.
"Sorry we weren't in the Morgue when the Undead attacked us, but he could just be seeing things with the blood lost." A doctor suggested as the young Wizard agreed, but knew there was more then just the Undead here.
"You are right, since I doubt the Undead can speak." Harry laughed as the doors open and a number of soldiers entered. "You guys better take the Elevator, there are two severely wound doctors here." Harry firmly warned as the soldiers nodded.
"We will take the elevator, but are those doctors affected by the Virus?" One soldier worriedly asked as he pointed to the wounded doctors.
"No the Virus will only affect the dead, and the body must be around a large number of Undead to be affected." Harry firmly informed the soldiers whom accepted it.
"That is good to know, we should have the doctors out and heading to the secure hospital in minutes." The Soldier firmly informed the young Wizard, before he and the others carefully carried the wounded out of the room.
With the soldiers gone, the young Wizard looked worried. "Could there be a Dark Spirit here, great I will be in trouble if that is the case." Harry worriedly thought as he made his way out of the room, and continued searching the remaining doors that lined the hallway.
At the far end of the hallway, two soldiers face a damage and open door. "The Morgue, I hope all the Undead had left the room." Harry worriedly asked his Sergeant as he readied his weapon.
"There is no telling how many bodies a hospital has in a day, so we only can hope that most of the Undead had already left this room, and our soldiers are dealing with them right now." Mills suggested, as he too readied his weapon, both enter the room.
As the young Wizard enter a dark room, the older soldier started to go in, when a thick cloud of mist slammed into him, and threw him back ten feet into the hallway.
For a few seconds the Sergeant laid stunned, before coming to his senses. "Great what hit me?" Mills loudly complained as his looked down the hallway, only to see a solid wall of dark mists just feet in front of him. "Great if that wall of mists is as solid as I think it is Harry is alone with what ever in there." Mills thought as he fumbled for his radio and called in for reinforcements.