DC (Daniel Crowther male student number twenty four) and Michael Blackett (male student number twenty three) moved swiftly and silently across the ground. The light was fading and it was almost impossible to make them out against the dark forest. Michael held the only weapon they had between them, a Desert Eagle magnum, while DC was tightly gripping a key. The key was important because it had a symbol on it. A red cross similar to those on hospitals on TV. That's where they were headed, to the hospital.
The heavy doors burst open and the two boys entered the building. It was enormous, the same size as a regular hospital, which was surprising given the size of the island. They had expected it to be a small clinic. It would take hours to find the keyhole. Hours that were slowly but surely running out. They checked the building. The top floors had no fitting keyholes. It had to be on the ground floor.
Tom and Vinny approached the open doors. Whoever was inside hadn't bothered to, or thought; to close the doors and now they knew that other people were inside. Players maybe. Tom went in first, the revolver steady in his hand. Vinny followed, weighed down by the equipment. If they were attacked he wouldn't be able bring his shotgun to bear quickly. He would have to count on the injured Tom to hold them off for long enough. They crept down the corridor then stopped suddenly as they heard voices floating up the hallway.
"This has to be the door"
"How can you tell?"
"It has the same symbol on it as the key"
"Open it then. It might be extra weapons"
"Don't be stupid we're in a hospital so it'll be hospital stuff"
"You mean like medicine?"
"Yes medicine- quiet someone's coming"
Tom stepped out of the shadows. Michael and DC were huddled in front of a large door. An eerie red cross was on the front. Somehow it seemed out of place in the hospital. He cleared his throat. The two boys in front of him wheeled around.
"Michael don't try anything. Put down the gun and slide it away."
"W-w-why should I?" Michael stuttered, the first time in his whole life. Staring down the barrel of a gun into your friends eyes can do that to a person.
"So neither of us get shot. I've already been on the receiving end of as bullet as Vinny can tell you."
"Vinny's with you? Why is he hiding then?"
Vinny stepped into view. The shotgun held low, "Tom is a better diplomat than me. You might have just killed me but you would talk to Tom. What are you two doing here?"
It was DC's time to step forward, "to open this" and with that he turned the key. A whirring sound filled the hospital. The door slid slowly out of view. It was much thicker than a normal door, at least six inches thick. Obviously someone wanted to keep something secret.
Or locked in…