Author's Note: This is the beginning of the hospital scenario. I'm trying to figure out what all I'm going to do with it. There's a cameo of a Resident Evil: Outbreak character in this chapter! Unfortunately, he's a minor character. There's gonna be mentions of major RE: Outbreak characters though. I promise! Also, thanks so much to Lady Frost1 and E-Z B for reviewing! There's some more characters to introduce (one whose coming up shortly), and they're really going to fuel the drama and theme of this story. So, enough of my talking, enjoy!
To most people, Bethany Dalton was a lot of things. A charismatic and expressive woman, a dedicated worker, a complete and total bitch.
She had been fighting alone for quite some time, and she was surprised that there were people still alive in this city.
She was an actress, working late at a studio. She wasn't that well-known yet, because she was just beginning her career.
It had been a typical bad day. A bitchy director, problems with the equipment, and a hard-to-work-with script. The problems had led her and the others she worked with to stay over a few extra hours. Of course, this had led to everyone snapping at each other for petty reasons.
Right before she left, the director came in and told her that there was a report on the radio. It was a riot, and it was very close to the studio they were working in. He told her to get to the police station.
Then some unexpected visitors came into the studio. Chaos broke out after that. Those monsters started attacking and killing anyone who was unlucky enough to be in their path, including the director. She barely managed to escape and headed to the police station. For the most part, she had made it unscathed.
Unlike these two.
The two men standing in front of her were a pathetic sight to see. One of them was a cop. His arm was in a sling and he wasn't holding a weapon. She worried about how much use these guys were going to be to her.
The silence was uncomfortable.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to tell me your names?" she asked. The cop was the first to speak up.
"I'm William," he motioned to the man she saved, "that guy over there is James," he said. She looked him up and down.
"Aren't you a cop? Shouldn't you be helping civilians at the police station?" she asked.
"All the civilians and officers are dead," James spoke up, "there's no survivors at the police station."
She stared at him for the longest time. He had to be lying. Raccoon's police force was better than any town she had ever lived in. She opened her mouth to speak.
"We're going to the hospital for supplies, then we're getting the hell out of here," James cut her off.
She nodded, still in disbelief that the police had failed.
Oh don't be so shocked. Like they were ever that reliable, just like that one-
She shook her head.
"Let's get moving," William ordered.
The hospital was a lot closer than they thought. William had been kind enough to show them a shortcut, one that was enemy-free.
The building loomed over them. James knew the building well, despite the fact that he hadn't been there in a while. It was the same hospital were Debbie had given birth to Daniel. The memory made him smile. She was tired and soaked with sweat, but when he came in she smiled and showed him the tiny, fidgeting baby in her arms. He stood there in stunned silence as she placed the baby into his arms and he held it close to his heart. It was the happiest moment of his life.
Then, six years later, came the saddest moment of his life. The day he woke up in this exact hospital and was told that his son had died. He remembered the funeral. How much he cried at seeing his child's gentle, pale face. Debbie cried worse than he did-
"James? Are you okay?" William asked. Bethany was waiting impatiently for them near the hospital doors.
"Yeah. I'm fine," James smiled sadly and forced himself to put his memories behind him. This hospital had given and taken so much from him. He didn't feel like he was strong enough to step inside.
But somehow he did.
They walked down the hallway, side-by-side. William kept glancing behind him, while James and Bethany kept their weapons out in case they needed them.
"Some of the lights are still on. Any luck that there might be people still around?" Bethany asked, breaking the silence.
"There might be," was all James said. It was quiet again.
Bethany grew restless at the lack of conversation. Hell, it wasn't really the lack of conversation that bothered her, just lack of sound. It made her uneasy, especially in a situation like this.
"You don't talk much?" she asked him.
"I talk plenty. I just don't have very much to say right now," he shrugged. He looked over and saw a long hallway lined with patient rooms. Most of the lights overhead had been knocked out, giving the hallway a much darker and sinister atmosphere. Only two lights remained on. One was at the end of the corridor, eerily circling the area where an empty wheelchair remained. The other was in the middle of the hall, its light capturing the two rooms that stood on opposite sides of the hallway. He recognized the room on the right.
Is that the room where Debbie gave birth? Or is that the room I was in after the car crash?
Or was that the room Daniel died in?
He couldn't remember. I knew it was one of the three, because the hallway felt so familiar to him.
It sent chills down his spine.
"So, how about you? Do you talk at all?" a irritated voice interrupted. James looked over his shoulder and saw Bethany trying to provoke William into talking to her. He wasn't sure what to think of the newest addition to their party. She might have saved his life, but she just seemed so pushy.
Quite the looker though, eh James?
He mentally slapped himself as soon as the comment slipped into his mind. He felt guilty afterwards. He was married, he didn't need to be chasing after anymore women.
Bethany was asking William question after question, ranging from his career to his personal life. He shyly tried to answer every one, stammering and blushing when she got too personal. She had a good laugh at his embarrassment. It was obvious he wasn't very suave with the ladies.
There was a loud crash from upstairs that startled everyone. James shushed everyone and they silently listened for anymore sounds.
There were faint footsteps. It was hard to detect where they were coming from.
"Survivors?" Bethany whispered. James didn't know.
The sound faded. They continued down the hallway, this time remaining silent. The end of the hall seemed so far to James. He was eager to grab the medical supplies and get out. If there were zombies in this building too, he didn't want to meet them. The hall bent to the left, and as soon as James turned the corner, he smashed into something.
Bethany screamed, and he felt the thing clawing at him. He frantically pushed it away from him, grabbed his gun and aimed-
And realized he was aiming at a person.
It was a man with dark skin wearing a doctor's uniform. He had black hair and a thick moustache. He quickly stumbled to his feet. His eyes widen in fear when he saw that James had a gun pointed at him.
"W-wait! Don't shoot!" he spoke in a thick accent. He held his arms up in surrender.
James lowered the gun.
"I…Sorry. I thought you were one of those zombies," he said.
"No, though they are around. This place isn't safe," the doctor replied.
"Uh, I'm sorry, but who are you?" Bethany asked. The doctor wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He looked like he had been through hell.
"You can call me Dr. Hursh."
