Chapter Five
Down the blood-stained stairs, the trio stalked: Dorris in front, Faladon behind her, still holding Sarah in front of him, her face away from his body, her hands between her body and his. Strangely, they reached the bottom of the stairs with a lack of occurrence.
At the bottom of the stairs stretched a seemingly endless hallway, dotted regularly with steel doors, many of them ajar, open, or nonexistent. A scratch to the side attracted the group's attention.
A shriveled husk of a man (was it a man?) lay on the ground, his thin hand scratching the floor unconsciously, absent-mindedly. He slowly, wearily lifted his head to view the newcomers. His face was one of a malnourished senior; a hideous mockery of his previous self.
He opened his wrinkled mouth to speak, but only a coarse, dry wheezing emitted. Dory stepped forward to give the man some of their newfound water. After a large quaff from the bottle, the man coughed for a minute, evidently from the water. He spoke a pair of words before laying still; "- our kin."
"That was water you gave him?" Fal asked, his voice muffled a bit by Sarah's body. Dory turned the bottle around. "Cyanide!" she read. "Crap! Why would they have that at a hospital?" she asked. "It wasn't really a hospital," Fal told Dorris.
"Wha-?" Fal interrupted Dory: "What did the man mean by that do you think?" he asked. Dory shrugged. "I don't know, maybe we'll find out," she considered. "For now let's get moving," she looked at her watch. It noted that the current time was 9:27 p.m.
Thus, they continued past the corridor, ever watchful at the doors that led off to the side. After what seemed like an eternity, with the three comrades feeling like there was a zombie behind every corner, they reached the end, where Fal knew the antidote was.
They were before the large, fortified steel door that led into the virus room. Faladon approached it first, tugging vainly at the handle. Fal fell back, out of breath, when Dory strode forward to take a turn. Sarah lay on the ground, her eyes closed, her chest now heaving.
Suddenly, as Dory approached it, a speaker near the door blared into sound, startling the two that were presently conscious.
"I know you are there," it crackled, barely intelligible. Dory jumped back from the speaker, surprised. She started to say something but was cut off by the voice.
"I know two of you are infected," it explained. "I also know you want an antidote." Dory's shock quickly turned into anger. "How?" she asked the speaker harshly. "I have cameras all over. I have microphones all over. I also have monsters all over," it answered, now recognizably, a feminine voice.
A crash from behind scared the two who were awake to acknowledge it. "See?" the voice asked calmly. Dory screamed at it, "Let us in!" The voice chuckled softly. "Get rid of one of them. I have but one antidote."
A strange, malformed, disfigured creature bounded out of a room, evidently attracted by the speaker. It stared in rage at the trio, but seemed unable to move, for one reason or another. It stood over nine feet tall and was heavily built.
"Please let us in," Dory's voice was now desperate, with the presence of the abnormal monster. "One of you will have to go," the voice commanded. "No!" she wailed, now pounding at the door.
The creature took two determined steps froward, a hideous smile on its ugly, twisted face. Faladon sighed deeply, apparently in deep thought. He turned to Dorris, drawing his blade.
"I'll go," he spoke solemnly, slowly. "What?" Dory asked hysterically. The voice from the speaker cackled with delight. Sarah coughed, spouting forth a gush of blood from her mouth. Dory shrieked and tore off a strip of cloth from her shirt to soak up the blood.
"I'll go," he repeated. The voice laughed. The monster began advancing slowly. "On one condition," he said. The monster halted its movements. "That you allow me a fight with it."
The voice stopped laughing and paused for a second, considering. "Deal!" it cried. "Step forward," it commanded. Faladon did so.
The steel door opened suddenly, surprising the two. "Enter," the voice commanded bluntly. Dory bent to pick up Sarah. She brought her into the door. The door slammed shut. "Goodbye," the voice said. "No," screamed Dory's voice in the background.
Fal strode forward, raising his blade to challenge the monster.
The End
Thus concludes this part in the ongoing story of Dawn's Awakening. Expect a sequel soon. Much love to my inspiration, Sarah, my only love, and thanks
to Rain Nichole as well as my other fans.
If I have any others.
Down the blood-stained stairs, the trio stalked: Dorris in front, Faladon behind her, still holding Sarah in front of him, her face away from his body, her hands between her body and his. Strangely, they reached the bottom of the stairs with a lack of occurrence.
At the bottom of the stairs stretched a seemingly endless hallway, dotted regularly with steel doors, many of them ajar, open, or nonexistent. A scratch to the side attracted the group's attention.
A shriveled husk of a man (was it a man?) lay on the ground, his thin hand scratching the floor unconsciously, absent-mindedly. He slowly, wearily lifted his head to view the newcomers. His face was one of a malnourished senior; a hideous mockery of his previous self.
He opened his wrinkled mouth to speak, but only a coarse, dry wheezing emitted. Dory stepped forward to give the man some of their newfound water. After a large quaff from the bottle, the man coughed for a minute, evidently from the water. He spoke a pair of words before laying still; "- our kin."
"That was water you gave him?" Fal asked, his voice muffled a bit by Sarah's body. Dory turned the bottle around. "Cyanide!" she read. "Crap! Why would they have that at a hospital?" she asked. "It wasn't really a hospital," Fal told Dorris.
"Wha-?" Fal interrupted Dory: "What did the man mean by that do you think?" he asked. Dory shrugged. "I don't know, maybe we'll find out," she considered. "For now let's get moving," she looked at her watch. It noted that the current time was 9:27 p.m.
Thus, they continued past the corridor, ever watchful at the doors that led off to the side. After what seemed like an eternity, with the three comrades feeling like there was a zombie behind every corner, they reached the end, where Fal knew the antidote was.
They were before the large, fortified steel door that led into the virus room. Faladon approached it first, tugging vainly at the handle. Fal fell back, out of breath, when Dory strode forward to take a turn. Sarah lay on the ground, her eyes closed, her chest now heaving.
Suddenly, as Dory approached it, a speaker near the door blared into sound, startling the two that were presently conscious.
"I know you are there," it crackled, barely intelligible. Dory jumped back from the speaker, surprised. She started to say something but was cut off by the voice.
"I know two of you are infected," it explained. "I also know you want an antidote." Dory's shock quickly turned into anger. "How?" she asked the speaker harshly. "I have cameras all over. I have microphones all over. I also have monsters all over," it answered, now recognizably, a feminine voice.
A crash from behind scared the two who were awake to acknowledge it. "See?" the voice asked calmly. Dory screamed at it, "Let us in!" The voice chuckled softly. "Get rid of one of them. I have but one antidote."
A strange, malformed, disfigured creature bounded out of a room, evidently attracted by the speaker. It stared in rage at the trio, but seemed unable to move, for one reason or another. It stood over nine feet tall and was heavily built.
"Please let us in," Dory's voice was now desperate, with the presence of the abnormal monster. "One of you will have to go," the voice commanded. "No!" she wailed, now pounding at the door.
The creature took two determined steps froward, a hideous smile on its ugly, twisted face. Faladon sighed deeply, apparently in deep thought. He turned to Dorris, drawing his blade.
"I'll go," he spoke solemnly, slowly. "What?" Dory asked hysterically. The voice from the speaker cackled with delight. Sarah coughed, spouting forth a gush of blood from her mouth. Dory shrieked and tore off a strip of cloth from her shirt to soak up the blood.
"I'll go," he repeated. The voice laughed. The monster began advancing slowly. "On one condition," he said. The monster halted its movements. "That you allow me a fight with it."
The voice stopped laughing and paused for a second, considering. "Deal!" it cried. "Step forward," it commanded. Faladon did so.
The steel door opened suddenly, surprising the two. "Enter," the voice commanded bluntly. Dory bent to pick up Sarah. She brought her into the door. The door slammed shut. "Goodbye," the voice said. "No," screamed Dory's voice in the background.
Fal strode forward, raising his blade to challenge the monster.
The End
Thus concludes this part in the ongoing story of Dawn's Awakening. Expect a sequel soon. Much love to my inspiration, Sarah, my only love, and thanks
to Rain Nichole as well as my other fans.
If I have any others.