6

Jenny couldn't understand anything. She had been folding her uniform into her locker when something hit her from behind. When she woke up she was strapped to an operating table, in the upstairs day room. Luckily her nail file was in her uniform pocket.

My uniform? I took this off, didn't I? Who the hell did this to me?

Jenny managed to cut herself lose and glanced around the day room. Everything seemed normal, if a little quite. The lights were out aswell. She strode over to the door and rattled them. Locked. The only other way out was through a window, but she didn't want to risk jumping out of the second floor. Besides, her keys must still be in her uniform. She rummaged in her pocket and found her key chain, with only two keys on it. One for the day room and another for the staff room on the first floor.

Whoever did this to me obviously took my keys, and is playing some sick game. Well, I'll just have to alert security at the main desk.

The key turned smoothly in the lock and Jenny stepped out into the corridor. The lights were out here aswell… She reached over and flicked the switch up and down a few times. Nothing.

Hmmmm. Maybe the circuit blew, or something. Oh well, its only dark.

She reached over and tried to open the doors that led to the elevator. It was locked aswell.

Shit! Now I have to walk down the corridor… in the dark…

Jenny brushed herself down and took a deep breath. Nothing to worry yourself about Jenny. Just breath. She took a three steps forward and stopped when she heard a noise. It sounded like a door opening further down the corridor. But that's impossible, all the doors are locked. Another few steps and she heard it again, accompanied with a high pitched giggle.

"Um, hello? Is someone there?"

Jenny reached into her pocket and pulled out the small torch used for checking patients eyes and shone it down the corridor a bit. What was that?

"Hello? Excuse me, but this is a restricted ward, you cant be in here unless- What the hell?"

Jenny stared a few feet in front of her at the hunched figure shaking and covered in cuts. It looked like Bert, one of the patients, but she couldn't be sure.

"Um, Bert, is that you? How did you get out?"

Suddenly he snatched forward and grabbed her arm, and looked into her eyes. Jenny stifled a cry. He stared into her eyes, a look of glee in his. Then his other hand shot forward and slashed her arm. Jenny cried out and managed to get her arm out of his clutches. Bert rose slowly, and began to speak.

"You better be careful. Its finally here. Our saviour. And no one shall stop it. Not you. Or that doctor. Don't even try to stop us…"

"Bert, I don't understand… what doctor? Who's coming?"

"Don't worry Jenny, you'll understand soon. But I shall give you a word of warning. Stay out of our road. You cant hurt us. Oh, yes. It would be in your best interest to find the doctor aswell. But remember… you cannot stop us."

Bert turned and stalked down the corridor and walked into the recess where the elevator was. Jenny held her hand over her cut arm, wondering what Bert was talking about. She rummaged in her pocket and found a sterile bandage and wrapped it round her arm then walked down the corridor to the lift. Bert had dropped his knife. Jenny picked it up, just encase he showed up again. Now, to find this doctor…