Josh and Oliver: Josh's Point of View
"Does Cecelia always act like that?" Oliver asked me.
"No." I said in a monotone voice. I talked like this when I was thinking.
It wasn't like Cecelia to be acting like this. She was normally the calm and composed one. Why would she all of a sudden be acting like this? And who was she yelling at?
I walked with Oliver down a narrow, dark, hallway; we didn't get to keep the flashlight.
"What are we even looking for?" Oliver asked.
"Um…the stairwell I would guess. We need to get to the basement."
"What about an elevator?"
"Do you see an elevator anywhere?"
Oliver pointed behind me; I turned around to see an elevator. Well, that will work. I walked up to the elevator and pushed the button. There was a god awful hissing sound as the doors opened, but what was worse, was that two more of those nurse things were in there.
We froze, trying to avoid their attention. They didn't notice us, so I took a step forward. The nurse's head snapped up and looked directly at mine. With jerky movements, it started coming at me. I was frozen with fear; I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders pulling me away. I turned and followed Oliver as we ran down the hallway.
We found a door, which luckily, was open. Oliver pulled me inside and closed, then locked, the door. We bent over and panted for a moment before we started laughing. It's funny how a dangerous situation can seem funny when you're out of harm's way.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again." Oliver scolded me.
"Scare you?" I laughed again, "I was the one it was coming after."
I stood up straight and blushed at the small space we were in. It was a dark closet, but everything was emptied out. Regardless, it was still a small space. Oliver looked up and must have noticed my blush because he put his hand on my cheek. This, of course, only made me blush harder.
"I love it when you do that." He told me.
He chuckled a bit as he stood up. He looked around the small space and smiled whilst looking at an empty coat rail. He put his hands on the pole and he pulled. It came off fairly quickly; now we had a weapon. And there was much rejoicing.
"So we can go now?" I asked him.
Oliver set the pole down and walked over to me. He got close enough so that I had to back up. Eventually, I hit the wall; he leaned forward so his face was close to mine.
He smiled as he said, "We can stay a bit longer if you want."
I must have been blushing like crazy because my face was on fire. He was so close to me. I could feel his breath on my face, hell, I could practically smell him; he smelled like… burning wood, like a camp fire.
The only sounds that could be heard were my irregular heartbeat and his steady one; and then, he kissed me.
Shane and Lily: Shane's Point of View
I can't help but feel bad for Josh and Oliver; they didn't get anything to take with them. Sissy and Evie took the crowbar and the first flashlight, whilst Lily and I took the second flashlight and the gun. Josh insisted we take the flashlight because he knew Lily had Achluophobia; fear of the dark. Normally, this would be a stupid thing to be afraid of; but here, things seemed to pop out of nowhere.
Sometimes they would be nurses that wanted to rip your head off, or sometimes they would be boxes of handgun ammo. Why they would need handgun ammo in a hospital is beyond me, but hey, I'm not complaining.
"So, what are we looking for? A stairwell, right?" Lily asked me.
"Hmm, oh, yeah." I looked around for a door, any door that could possibly be a stairwell.
Lily stopped suddenly; I almost ran into her. "What are you…?"
"Shh!" she cut me off.
I looked ahead of us to see a tall figure; it had a pyramid shaped helmet on and wore a blood stained smock. I recognized it as Judgment, from that picture in the museum. He turned to face us, a low growling sound was coming from under his helmet as he raised his spear. I aimed my gun at him.
"Lily," I told my sister, "I want you to take the walke talkie, and go find Sissy or Josh."
"I'm not a baby, Shane," she yelled at me, "and I'm sure as hell not going to leave you here."
As the thing charged towards us, I took a shot. It didn't slow him down much, but it stopped him enough for me to grab Lily's hand and run. I was still looking for that door! I saw one up on my right, and I took it. I opened the door and got it closed and locked in record time. I stood there for a moment, listening, whilst I held the door closed.
Lily was behind me, on the floor, looking at me; she was shaking. I leaned against the door; god damn it, we were trapped. I heard something on the other side of the door; was he there? It was silent for a moment. Then there was the piercing shriek of metal, and it felt something go through my torso.
I screamed at the searing pain that came with the sensation. The sound ricocheted off the grimy walls, haunting me.
"Shane!" I heard Lily cry.
I looked down to see a nice little, well not little really, hole in my torso that was bleeding profusely. I heard another noise, and assumed it was Judgment walking away. I coughed a bit and blood came out of my mouth. It had this terrible metallic taste to it; it was awful.
"S-Shane?" Lily asked; she was crying.
She came over to me and hugged me. It was getting really hard to keep my eyes open; was this death? Why was I so calm? Well, minus the whole searing pain….
"Lily," I said, "go and find Josh or Sissy, would you?"
"Yeah, Shane. I will." She was in hysterics now. I felt bad; this was harder on her then it was on me.
"I love you, girly, see you soon." And with that, I closed my eyes. The only thing after that is the sound of crying; then, it's black.
I always thought that when you died, you see your life flash before your eyes. I didn't see that; I saw my mom. Yeah, that's a good thing to see before I die.
Cecelia and Evie: Cecilia's Point of View
We found the staircase after a bit of walking. Evie and I made it down to the basement and had managed to turn everything on. On our way back up the stairs, the radio got a call.
"You guys," it was Lily; she sounded like she was crying. "Shane…he's…dead." She had managed to choke out in between sobs.
I dropped the radio and my mind raced. Shane was…dead? No, that's… no!
I don't recall falling, but I felt Evie shaking me and I felt the ground under me. I blinked a few times until my vision cleared.
"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" Evie was asking me.
Get up, and go to the end of the hall; take the first door on your left.
Evie looked around, "You heard that too, right?"
"That's what I have been screaming at." I clarified.
"I think we should do what it says." She told me.
I nodded and got up. I was still shaking from the news, but I continued onwards.
We made it to the door. Evie gave me a nod before opening the door and going inside. She held her crowbar, ready to swing. We walked a bit further into the room and saw a light; under the light, was Judgment.
He turned to face us and started walking forwards. I took a step forwards to greet him. Evie put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Wait, he's different."
She was right; he was carrying a spear instead of his regular blade. He continued walking towards us until he was right in front of me. Then, he took his spear, and tried to stab me. Evie managed to push me out of the way as I stood there in shock. I thought we were friends; what was this? We ran to the opposite side of the room and aimed ourselves for the exit.
"Cecilia," Evie whispered to me, "get ready to go for the door."
"Yeah." I agreed
I counted down in my head: three, two, one; I bolted. Judgment turned his blade and hit me with the flat side of it. I went flying back into a wall. I coughed a bit as he came over to me. Evie was in front of me then; she took a swing and hit him in the gut.
She helped me up as he doubled over; she must have hit him hard. We ran out of the room and back down the hall. As we ran, I scooped up the radio that I had dropped. We ran down the hall until we found a door; we went in and locked the door.
"I need to know where everyone is, right now!" I screamed into the microphone. There was no answer.
