Dr.William Birkin
David put his hand on Alexandra's shoulder. "Don't worry Alex...I'm not going to let you die...even if it kills me I'll find the antigen...". "How touching, David has a girlfriend...awwwwww..." said Winsor, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "What are you gonna do Dave? Hm? Kiss her and make it all better?" David turned, his eyes filling with hatred. "At least I'm not a failure as a human being like you are you stupid bitch...at least I haven't spent my whole life running from foster home to foster home...god..you make me SICK..". Winsor was shocked and confused at how David of all people would know about her childhood. "OK....before we get into another little quarrel....Dave..which way is the hospital from where we are..." Ryan said. "Well...from where we WERE...it would have been.." David stopped then continued "We would have gone down the tunnel and taken a left, the first sewer grate should have opened up right on 4th street which is across from the hospital." Winsor broke her shocked silence by glaring at him and snapping "HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW YOU MANIC DEPRESSIVE MANIAC...". David's cold, piercing eyes fell onto her, "I know allot more things than you think I do Winsor..." he said coldly.
Director of security Brian Markenson stared into the tv monitor set for the staging area, where Nathan had just killed the supposed "Super tyrant". Hitting a button on his desk, he opened the intercom line to the office piers was in. "Once again doctor..you're little monsters have failed us..." "THAT WAS LUCK!" replied Piers, none to happy with Markenson's questioning of his judgment. "Just remember doctor..." he said the word doctor with an edge of hatred and cynicism, "That we have a subject with a vital antigen in his bloodstream on the loose...not to mention the others...NOT TO MENTION ONE OF OUR INTELLIGENCE OPERATIVES HAS CURRENTLY GONE ROGUE ON US, AND IS IN A POSITION TO UNDERMINE ALL WE'VE WORKED FOR!!!" shouted Markenson. "Look....I'll deal with the antigen carrier...YOU deal with Sunderland..after all..you're the one who had him trained....you caused you're own problem, ill be damned if I'll clean it up for you!!!". Markenson sighed, and lit another cigarette. It was going to be a very long night.
City of the Dead
"Hey guys, I think I've found something" John said spotting an opening in the gravedigger's tunnel.
John looked up to see a large hole near the ceiling of the tunnel, he couldn't make out what was there, but the sounds of trickling water made it clear that it was part of the sewer system. Ryan, David, and Winsor walked over to view John's finding. Alex continued to weep by the gravedigger's corpse.
"Give me a boost, I'll check it out" John said to Ryan.
Ryan walked over to John and hoisted him far enough to reach into the hole.
"Goddamn, your heavier than you look" Ryan grunted.
"You calling me fat?" John yelled back jokingly.
John reached up into the alcove and grabbed hold of a rusty pipe. He pulled himself up inside the small opening. It was nothing more than a series of pipes attached to a set of cracked green bricks. John put his ear up to the bricks and heard running water from the other side.
"What's up there?" John heard Ryan yell.
"Hold on" John replied.
He pushed the bricks, and felt them give slightly. John held one of the pipes and started kicking the walls, rousing up dust and sending it into his face. he squinted his eyes and kicked even harder, until one of the bricks fell out. He coughed, dusted himself off, and tore the other bricks out with his hands. Inside was a cemented hallway that curved to the right just up ahead. He automatically knew what it was, the sewers.
"Hey guys!!!!" John yelled. "I found a way out!!!!"
Ryan smiled, relieved that they didn't have to spend their time wondering around through a monster's dwelling, even though it appeared to be dead.
"Then help us up" Ryan called.
John bent down as far as he could and held out his hands, Ryan grabbed his arms and scaled the wall.
"You know, YOU'RE heavier than you look" John said, making light of the comment Ryan made earlier.
"Yeah, I know, I need to lose weight" Ryan joked back, crawling up into the niche.
"Your turn Winsor" Ryan called bending down to get her.
"My night in shining armor" She sarcastically said grabbing hold of his arms and crawling up.
"Come on David" Ryan called.
"Thanks" David said, crawling into the hole.
"Alex, your next" Ryan yelled down the tunnel.
Alex got up and walked over to the opening, taking hold of Ryan's arms. A sick feeling came over Ryan as he pulled her up, feeling her icy cold, almost lifeless, hands. After she was up, the four crawled through the space in the wall and started walking though the sewer passage. They turned right and looked upon what looked like a river of water.
"Looks like we're going to have to get wet again" David said...
Jarred and Vanessa, after walking around for what seemed like hours, had found their way into the sewers. Jarred had put down a few zombies, all of them wearing janitorial uniforms. He welcomed the sight of the shambling undead, after the gravedigger, the nemesis, those bug like monsters in the test area, and the nemesis, the zombies were a walk in the park.
Actually that analogy might prove unfitting in this case, after all, who knows what's lurking in the park
Jarred chuckled lightly at the thought.
"What is it?" Vanessa asked, curious to why he was laughing.
"Oh its nothing" Jarred said.
"Okay then psycho" Vanessa joked.
Jarred looked over towards Vanessa, she was probably the only reason he hasn't lost his mind yet. He started thinking about the first time he ever saw her, it was in Wheeler's Biology class, she was glowing in a way that only he would have appreciated. She wasn't peppy like everyone else, she walked in, threw her feet up on the desk, and wouldn't talk to anyone unless it was too insult them, which he absolutely adored because most everyone who went to Warren High was a complete idiot. He never tried to talk to her, he had no idea what to say.
"Hey Vanessa, um...." Jarred said nervously
"What is it?" She asked.
"Remember Wheeler's biology class?" He asked.
"Heh, yeah, nothing but a bunch of idiots huh?" She laughed.
"Heh heh, yeah...Um, I..." Jarred couldn't express what he wanted to say.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Um..."
"HEY GUYS!!!!" A familiar voice called from down the sewage tunnel.
"Oh hi Ryan" Jarred said, a little angry about Ryan's timing.
"Hey guys, where's Nathan?" He asked.
"He went to take care of some unfinished business" Vanessa said.
"Oh okay, well, how are you guys?" Ryan asked.
"Um, great" Jarred said.
"Well, lets go this way, the others are waiting for us" Ryan said running back the way he came.
Jarred watched him trudge through the water, bitterly thinking about the first time Ryan had ruined his moment with Vanessa, back in the lobby of the school.
"Come on, lets get out of here" Vanessa said.
"Okay, lets go" Jarred said following Ryan further into the sewage passage...
Joker
Ryan was leading Jarred and Vanessa back to the remainder of the group when he started to think about their current predicament. One significant issue was Alex, who was slowly getting worse from the effects of the virus. It seemed as if the effects of the infection were nearing completion physically, so the mind was next to go.
"Don't give up, Alex. The hospital's close...", Ryan thought.
Ryan suddenly became very dizzy. He slumped against a wall for a moment, waiting for the dizzy spell to subside. The wound he sustained to the leg was getting worse.
Just as Jarred was hoping for something minor to happen to Ryan for all the times he had interrupted his attempt to reveal his feelings for Vanessa, he noticed Ryan, back against the wall, looking quite dazed. This wasn't what he had in mind. A simple trip would have done.
"Hey, Ryan... you ok?"
Ryan looked up at where the voice had come from. The voice was quite fuzzy, but amidst all of it, he heard his name mentioned.
The haze obscuring his vision started to clear as he regained his composure.
"Ryan, you ok?", Jarred repeated slightly more anxiously.
"Huh? ... oh, yeah... just a bit faint...", Ryan managed to reply before straightening up again. He had to get that wound treated soon.
It was then he realized he still had his MP5K slung around him.
"Go on ahead", Ryan said, pointing to where the others were. "I'll be just a minute."
"Are you sure?" Vanessa asked.
"Yeah, just go. I'll be right along."
As Jarred and Vanessa left, Ryan unslung the MP5K and detached the sling. He then ripped out a piece of his jacket's lining and pressed it over the wound. Winding the sling around it firmly, he attached the two ends.
Looking at his handiwork, Ryan wondered if medicine was in his future. For having no First Aid experience, that was a pretty good makeshift tourniquet. All he had to worry about now was trying to carry the weapon. "Shouldn't be too much of a problem. It's empty", Ryan thought with ambivalence. It would be lighter, which was good. But then, it would be useless in a fight, which was bad.
As Ryan made his way back to the group, he could hear them talking.
"...he went nuts and started blasting at that 'Gravedigger' thing and got himself hurt doing it."
"'Gravedigger'?"
"Yeah. Whatever he did must have weakened it because we beat it off fairly easily later."
"Oh, he's a regular saint..."
Ryan knew that last voice distinctly by the sarcastic tone. It was Winsor, no question.
"But I haven't been canonized yet. Then again, if it's going to involve a cannon, probably better that it be 'Holier Than Thou' Winsor than me, right?", Ryan proclaimed as he came back.
Once again, Ryan's caustic retorts caught Winsor off-guard. Especially since he wasn't supposed to have heard any of it.
"Ok, so are we on our way to the hospital or what?" David said, trying to get them all moving again.
"Wait", Jarred said. "What about Nath? We can't just leave him here."
"I don't know whether you've been keeping up on current events," John interjected, "but Alex needs treatment now."
"Why not just leave her here?", Winsor said. "She's not going to make it."
"Hey! Shut the fuck up!" was the reply from both David and John. A lot of disgusted stares were visible among the others.
"Do you want to be left here, Winsor?", Ryan asked indignantly.
"Oh, you're not going to 'drag me out at gunpoint'?" Winsor replied sarcastically.
"Oh, I am. That's not an issue. But I never promised I'd like doing it.", Ryan replied with equal sarcasm.
"Hey!", Vanessa interrupted. "While normally I'd love to hear Winsor being slapped down some more, we've got more important things to decide on."
Winsor shot a glance of pure dislike toward Vanessa. Apparently she was enjoying the fact Winsor was getting hit back for once.
"Ok, I'll ask again", David said quickly, seizing the opportunity to bring the conversation back on course.
"Are we going back for Nathan or getting treatment for Alex?"
Carlos Oliveira
Hearing the chopper Nathan ran towards the hospital hoping that it would land there. Looking up he saw it. Slowly it circled before army clad men zip lined from the chopper and onto the ground. Nathan knew they were not here to help. Racing ahead he reached the hospital and threw the doors open as he fell inside. Standing up he started walking for the stairs. The halls were dark with the creepy backup lights making everything a reddish color. Making his way up the stairs to the second floor Nathan thought about Sam. (She may have hated me but I hope she's ok,....and the rest of them too.) he thought. Opening the door he stepped out into the hallway and walked to the first surgical room he saw. Pushing the doors open he stepped inside and looked for something to ease his pain.
"Bingo! Morphine!!" he said to himself as he found the pain killer.
Finding a syringe he drained some out of the bottle and squeezed the air out. Lifting his arm he plunged the needle into himself and depressed the plunger. Feeling it rush into his body he suddenly felt numb.
"Maybe I used to much?" he asked himself.
Walking over to the computer table he sat down and started reading the file on the screen.
Subject has had the anti-viral for 12 hours now. He has no recollection of this being in his system. The subject was injected with a large dose. Recovery of the subject is imperative. Blood must be drawn and examined with the molecular reader.
Looking around Nathan saw the reader. Turning his eyes to the screen he continued to read.
The blood has the serum for the anti-viral but it is still incomplete. Subjects die from extreme pain after 24 hours of being injected with the serum. The essence of the drug 'Morphine' has the final testing to be completed tomorrow. The mixture should be 50 parts to a full vial of the serum. Immediately following the test the data with be handed over to Doctor Michael Piers for a full examination. The subject...one Nathan Law will then be disposed of. Further information will follow after my afternoon report.
Signed,
Doctor Peter Barns
"What the fuck is going on!?!?" said Nathan out loud as he stood.
"There's no way I have that shit in me!!" Nathan said as he took out his smokes and reached in to light one. He pulled out what he thought was a smoke but when his lips touched it he felt cool glass. Taking it from his mouth he stared in awe at the vial the size of a cigarette.
"What the hell?" was all he could manage.
Grabbing the empty syringe he filled it with the vial's fluid. It filled to 150mg, and he realized that the morphine was 75mg. It had to be it. Nathan plunged the syringe into his arm and felt the serum rushing into him. Taking the needle out he waited a few moments. When nothing happened he placed it into his other arm and drew a full amount of blood out. Squeezing it into a vial he took it to the reader and slide it into place. The computer started automatically.
Serum inserted....running test program anti-viral.......morphine detected.....anti-vial serum detected.....balance of chemicals......match....blood of subject Nathan Law Detected......mixing.........~wirrrrrrrl~......mixing complete.......anti-viral antidote finished purification process.........result.....Antidote Found!Antidote Found!Antidote Found!Antidote Found!Antidote Found! Proceed with mass production.......end program.
The machine shut itself down as Nathan pulled out the Vial.
"I can save Alex." he whispered to himself as he pocketed the antidote.
Taking out his cell phone he checked to make sure it was still working. He had fallen into the sewage but his pockets were waterproof, after all his smokes were still dry. He went to the instant messenger and dialed Vanessa's number. Entering a quick message telling her he was at the hospital with the antidote. He sent it and hoped that her phone was still working......