Chapter Ten
"Ray, I've just received a message from Winston. You know that cop I was telling you about earlier?"
"The one who was bitten?"
"Yes, Winston's just told me that he's died after a complication at the hospital." Ray turned to Egon and he nodded.
"Peter, you'd better tell Winston that he should be careful up there. If that cop has the same virus that the guy who nearly attacked us here had could mean that soon he'll be up and around...and not in the living variety."
"Understood." Officer Spencer rushed in as Peter went out into the corridor to contact Winston.
"There's been another attack." Ray and Egon turned away from their work.
"Where?"
"Right outside." Egon and Ray got up and followed Officer Spencer.
"Okay Winston ,over and out. Hey where are you going?" Peter rushed off in pursuit of the two other Ghostbusters and the cop.
***
Winston sighed, he hadn't been having any luck in clearing the thoughts from his head. It was weird, less the two hours ago he'd been helping Officer Phillips into the hospital, and not long after that he'd died.
"Really puts things into perspective." He softly muttered as he stared at his reflection in the pool under the bridge.
("You know, I really wonder if this was the right choice, becoming a Ghostbuster. All it really seems is to constantly remind us that we're not immortal, that some day we'll be joining the ghosts in the restless eternity or roaming the Earth, and of course there would probably be someone there to deal with us.") Winston had entered a small section off from the main part of the park. The soft slushing of flowing water was revealed when Winston sat down opposite a large fountain.
("Is it really worth it? Am I really making a difference by busting ghosts when I could have become a doctor?, or a teacher?") Winston stared at the fountain.
("Life is just like that fountain, entertaining when working, but as soon as it gets too old the show stops.") Winston suddenly smiled as the fact rang home.
("Though, if I hadn't become a Ghostbuster, I probably never would have made as good friends as the guys. How many businesses can boast an on-the-site psychiatrist with a terrible sense of humour. A mechanic who has a nearly endless enjoyment of the unexpected. And a physicist who would take the end of the world to get his attention when all else fails. You would never get that kind of combination outside of the leading paranormal removal business in the world. Face it Zeddmore, life is limited. But when you've got friends like Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler and Peter Venkman to go through it with then you're guarenteed one hell of a show!") Grabbing his leather coat from the bench, Winston got up and started to walk back to the hospital.
"Ray, I've just received a message from Winston. You know that cop I was telling you about earlier?"
"The one who was bitten?"
"Yes, Winston's just told me that he's died after a complication at the hospital." Ray turned to Egon and he nodded.
"Peter, you'd better tell Winston that he should be careful up there. If that cop has the same virus that the guy who nearly attacked us here had could mean that soon he'll be up and around...and not in the living variety."
"Understood." Officer Spencer rushed in as Peter went out into the corridor to contact Winston.
"There's been another attack." Ray and Egon turned away from their work.
"Where?"
"Right outside." Egon and Ray got up and followed Officer Spencer.
"Okay Winston ,over and out. Hey where are you going?" Peter rushed off in pursuit of the two other Ghostbusters and the cop.
***
Winston sighed, he hadn't been having any luck in clearing the thoughts from his head. It was weird, less the two hours ago he'd been helping Officer Phillips into the hospital, and not long after that he'd died.
"Really puts things into perspective." He softly muttered as he stared at his reflection in the pool under the bridge.
("You know, I really wonder if this was the right choice, becoming a Ghostbuster. All it really seems is to constantly remind us that we're not immortal, that some day we'll be joining the ghosts in the restless eternity or roaming the Earth, and of course there would probably be someone there to deal with us.") Winston had entered a small section off from the main part of the park. The soft slushing of flowing water was revealed when Winston sat down opposite a large fountain.
("Is it really worth it? Am I really making a difference by busting ghosts when I could have become a doctor?, or a teacher?") Winston stared at the fountain.
("Life is just like that fountain, entertaining when working, but as soon as it gets too old the show stops.") Winston suddenly smiled as the fact rang home.
("Though, if I hadn't become a Ghostbuster, I probably never would have made as good friends as the guys. How many businesses can boast an on-the-site psychiatrist with a terrible sense of humour. A mechanic who has a nearly endless enjoyment of the unexpected. And a physicist who would take the end of the world to get his attention when all else fails. You would never get that kind of combination outside of the leading paranormal removal business in the world. Face it Zeddmore, life is limited. But when you've got friends like Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler and Peter Venkman to go through it with then you're guarenteed one hell of a show!") Grabbing his leather coat from the bench, Winston got up and started to walk back to the hospital.