Zak found the hole in the roof, where James had come through but there was no sign of the man himself. Zak searched the entire area but there was no sign of James Sunderland. Zak roared in anger and threw the iron bar at the wall. The screeching clang echoed through the hospital, drawing the things to his location. Zak sat upon a bed in the hallway and wondered where James could have gone. All he knew was that James was in the town searching for someone, hardly the most helpful bit of information he had ever received. Zak sat up; he could hear someone shouting in the hospital; it sounded like James. Zak jumped to his feet and swept up the iron bar as he ran in the direction of the shouting. While Zak ran James went quiet and so Zak ran faster. A door blocked his way and so Zak lowered his shoulder and concentrated all his force into the one area. Zak slammed against the door; the door crunched loudly but remained fixed. Zak swore rubbing his incredibly sore shoulder. He coughed and held his head in his hands; he felt faint. Everything went black as Zak passed out and hit the floor with a dull thud.
Sometime later Zak came around. Firstly he sat on the floor in the dark hallway, head in hands, trying to figure out what would have caused him to pass out, it could not have been the door it had not hurt him enough. Zak looked around; everything looked different, the walls were tarnished with green mould. Zak got to his feet and withdrew a black torch which he shone on the wall. The area he had lit up was also covered with mould. He tried the door and found it opened easily. He was aware of footsteps in the corridor he had just entered but he heard the distinct sound of elevator doors closing. Zak swore and sprinted down the corridor until he reached the elevator doors, a dull hum told him that the elevator was moving.
Zak put his ear against the doors to see if he could hear any sound. At first he thought that he was hearing things but he could hear the distinct sound of a radio show being played inside the elevator. What the hell? Why would James be listening to a radio show? Zak thought to himself. Zak closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the sounds of the radio so that he could try and figure out what the radio was saying. After a minute or two the radio went quiet and Zak heard the elevator doors open again.
Zak whirled around and tried the door to the staircase, only to find it locked. Drawing his pistol again Zak shot the lock mechanism before holstering his gun and shoving the door open and sprinting down the stairs. He was unsure of what floor James had exited on and so was forced to search both floors. As he reached the first floor he heard the elevator again; it was going back up.
"Bloody hell" Zak said running back up the stairs.
Slightly out of breath, Zak crashed through the doors into the third floor area where the patients were kept. Thankfully the elevator was not making any noise and so Zak was not forced to go running back down the stairs again. He crept down the dark corridor with his torch off, so that he would not give his position away. After reaching the end of the corridor without finding anything Zak began to search the rooms, many of them were locked but one caught his interest. The bed still had an indent in it; it was in the shape of a human, on the table at the side there was a few capsules of tablets. As an agent of the FBI and the CIA Zak had a keen sense when it came to noticing features, he could smell the distinct odour of perfume; He has a female accomplice Zak told himself.
As Zak left the room he noticed that a door was slightly ajar. A quick inspection of the door showed that it had the image of a woman painted upon it, complete with three-dimensional hand. Zak pulled the door open and descended into the darkness quietly as he turned off his torch, again, to avoid detection.
Zak was descending the stairs slowly when a piercing scream reaching his ears. The bounty hunter quickly broke into a sprint down the stairs. He crashed through the basement until he came into a hallway with many turns and no doors. Zak slowed to a stealthy walk, pistol in one hand and iron bar in the other. Up ahead there was a section of wall made up of chain link fence at a U-turn. Zak peeked around the corner and saw something stood over a young woman who seemed to have been speared.
The thing stood over her seemed to be yet another monster except its head was a pyramid-shaped steel headdress. Blood steadily dripped from its spear as it ripped it free from her body with a sickly sucking noise. The large monster, as though sensing Zak, turned to face him. Instantly Zak knew he had been caught and so hiding was rather pointless. He straightened up, as he did so he brought up his pistol. Zak fired at the being until the clip ran dry. Zak lowered his pistol and stared at the being which was oozing blood but seemed perfectly fine otherwise. The pyramid-headed figure brought its arm back and flung the spear at Zak. With a curse of surprise Zak flung himself sideways but was not quick enough to completely avoid damage. The spear glanced off his shoulder sending a spurt of blood streaking across the wall.
Whatever the monster was it came stomping down the corridor towards Zak. Holstering his pistol Zak ran forwards and jumped; planting both feet directly in the beings chest. Zak knew many moves that could have more than one upshot, this one was going to push the being back and would move him further away so he could escape. The bounty hunter shoved off hard from Pyramid-Head, Zak backflipped perfectly landing on his feet and sending the massive creature crashing onto its back. Hoping it would stay down for a few seconds Zak fled from the hallway. He ran up the stairs and out onto the first floor. Zak put his head against the door and listened but there were no massive footfalls, no eerie scraping of metal. The only sound Zak heard was the sound of the front doors of the hospital. Zak quickly searched the rooms on the first floor and found a map with the Historical Society marked out. After taking the map Zak left the hospital silently.