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"Nah man, lunch ladies aren't that hot, they're the exact opposite. I'm just hungry... Although we can keep our eyes out for nurses." Cole smiled a bit. He remembered his crazy stunt he pulled. But then he remembered the pain that had happened shortly afterwards. He stopped smiling.
Arthur smirked and gazed out into the hall. "Sure, man. Sure..." Something was bothering him, but he couldn't tell what. Something had changed...He knew what it was. Arthur stopped and put his arm in front of Cole, to stop him. "Don't move." Arthur looked around, trying to locate what he could not hear. "The girl has stopped calling for help. That could mean one of two things. One: She found another group of people. Or two: She was found." Before Cole could say a word, Arthur raced towards the place where the noise had come from only minutes before.
"Well, okay," Cole started running after Arthur, "wait you're not actually convinced that zombies are running around right? I was just joking. I mean I'm a zombie fanatic, but there's no way that they'd exist unless a new kind of virus emerged..." Cole realized he sounded a bit idiotic so he shut up and followed Arthur.
Arthur didn't pay attention to Cole. It might not be zombies, it might be- all he knew was that something had caused everyone to vanish, and if he could prevent it from happening a gain, he would.
Angel stopped yelling when she heard footsteps in the hallway. She backed away, wondering who would be awake and moving at this hour. When the footsteps turned into running she ran the opposite direction. She didn't look back, her hair flying behind her like wings.
Arthur heard running footsteps, and rushed even faster. As he rounded the corner, he could see a girl sprinting towards the office, running as fast as she could. "Wait!" He yelled. "I'm like you! I'm just a patient!" The combined effort of running and yelling, added onto the horrendous pain in his mouth and arms, made Arthur double over, out of breath.
When Cole noticed Arthur running. Cole was way behind him. Cole picked up the pace and started running. His rib wasn't helping and his arm only stopped him from running. Cole heard Arthur yell something and Cole thought it about the girl.
((Name: Ivan Trinity
Appearance: Standing at 5’3”, Ivan is not exactly an intimidating figure at first. He’s very nondescript for the most part, with short blonde hair and rather pale skin. His face is rather plain, though his teeth are very bright. The one thing that’s not normal about the way that Ivan looks in his eye color. His eyes are a very dark brown; it takes close examination, in fact, for one to realize they’re not black.
Personality: Ivan is a very, very quiet person; he prefers to speak in only monosyllabic words, silence being an even better course of action. He has a very deep calm about him, and he shows a general aloofness concerning anyone, including himself. However, Ivan does care about someone once he grows to trust them. That trust, unfortunately, is very hard to come by; Ivan has, after all, been hospitalized a very long time, and no contact with anyone besides those working in the hospital has led him to automatically shying away from people. He always keep his thoughts and emotions to himself, and when he does communicate with a person, the person is usually discomforted by how he regards them; even doctors have been known to avoid Ivan entirely. His “other side,” though also silent, shows an intelligence and a complete lack of any emotion whatsoever, leading to acts of violence committed by Ivan. It is also believed that he switches at will, though this is not known due to his refusal to disclose any information.
Bio: Ivan’s past before his hospitalization is very obscure. It is known that he lived with an affluent family for the first four years of his life; however, all that is known of his family is the wealth and the fact that they had him admitted to the hospital. He has shown signs of having two entirely separate sides, which were believed to be dissociative personality disorder for several years; however, no medical treatment was able to curb his swings between the two, and the problem seems even deeper than that. He has been hospitalized in a special unit for the last fourteen years, as various doctors have tried prying his mind and found nothing.
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Angel heard one boy call out that he was a patient too, and she slowed. She didn't walk towards them though, she just turned around and waited. She wondered where everyone was, the hospital looked like a prison, what with all the lights off and being empty. "Have I gone dark?" She whispered to herself, scared by her own voice.
In the depths of the nearly empty hospital, Ivan awoke.
He was strapped to the bed, as he had always been. It was as if they were attempting to keep him stationary forever. This didn't terribly bother him; nothing bothered Ivan unduly. In fact, change would probably unnerve him slightly. He turned to the left, knowing that there should, as usual, be a doctor in the room, clipboard in hand and Ivan's charts on the table.
No one was there. Nor was there any sign of life within a distance.
Ivan looked down, noticing the looseness of the strap on his right arm. He didn't smile; that was an expression he never achieved. He worked his hand loose, analyzing the situation quickly. It was as if everyone had disappeared from existence. Ivan reached over, undoing his other hand, before he propped himself up on the bed. After a second of scanning the area, he undid the rest of the restraints, getting out of the bed and standing up.
arthur heard the footsteps slow to a stop. A gazed around, vision growing blurry. Putting an arm on the wall to stabilize himself, Arthur trudged forward. "What happened here?" he wondered. "Where is everybody?" He walked until he saw the girl standing there, waiting for him. Painfully, he extended his arm, habitually pushing down his sleeves. "I'm Arthur. Not a zombie." He gazed at the girl, evaluating her as he looked up and down. "Who are you? I've never seen you here before." He took a step colser. "Do you know what's happened here?"
Eventually Cole finally reached Arthur, he saw the girl and just heard "Do you know what's happened here?". Cole stepped beside Arthur, "Yeah, do you?"
Angel was alarmed by the boys' appearances; they looked like they came out of a blender; but she was happy that she wasn't alone anymore and that they weren't evil or anything. She shook her head in reply. "No." She answered in a whisper. She looked the boys over, they didn't look much older than she, but she was still shy. I mean, how are you supposed to react to new people in a deserted hospital?
Arthur was utterly confused by this girl. How could he not have noticed her? How many wards were there in this place, that one could stay there for six months and still not know anybody? "Have you seen anyone else?" Arthur demanded. He took a step closer. "What's going on here?"
Angel cowered away from the boys' acusations. "I don't know!" She yelled quietly. "No I haven't seen anyone, and I don't know what's going on, ok?" She said, trying to stand her ground against their blunt behavior. She sighed and leaned against the wall.
Ivan walked towards the door leading to the office. He knew that the doctors and nurses had access to the rest of the hospital (which, as it turned out, was far more extensive than he ever realized), and he knew that if no one was here to take care of him, it was time to move on to another place. He checked the door, which happened to be unlocked. Turning the doorknob slowly, he pushed the door open, noticing a set of double doors. He went through those next, entering a maze of identical corridors. Not knowing where he was going, and showing little regard for his destination, he began to wander the halls, looking like nothing but a phantom.
Angel heard more footsteps. More people? She thought, feeling like the 'excitement' would never end. She was tired, her head felt like it was on fire, and she was honestly a little scared. She wasn't too excited to meet someone else.
Ivan stopped. He felt odd, as if someone was just around the corner. He slowly backed away, walking in the opposite direction of the presence of the person he had sensed. For once, he was hungry, and he did need to look for food; however, he had to get out of this hospital.
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