Entrance and Lobby

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Scott enters the side wing, and sees more injured people gathered in the Lobby, and spots his father working with the other security staff. He breathes a sigh of relief, and approaches the burlier, slightly older Walsh. "Jesus, good to see you're still okay, Dad." He says to the man when in ear shot. The older man turns to his son, and Scott can see the tiredness behind his eyes; the man looked 30 years older!

Walsh Sr: "Scotty, what the hell you doing here?" He asked, his hand on his gun as he pushes rowdy patients to be back. "Hold your horses! We know you're hurt, we know! Please remain seated and wait your turn to be called for!" He barked to injured people. He turns to face his son again. "The department send ya to help us out? We're understaffed and that riot's got a fire under everybody's ass!" He says, before barking again and pushing another patron back. The other security guards with their windbreaker jackets smeared in blood from injured civilians looked haggard and needing rest.

Scott shook his head. "No, the city's under some sort of communication blackout,"

Walsh Sr.: "What? What do you mean, how-"

Scott: "and these people- they were apparently being eaten by crazies. Hell, we lost a few officers at the station, its some sort of disease or something, I'm getting you out of here old man!" He say, grabbing his father's shoulder when the elder man brushed him off, and turned to him sternly.

Walsh Sr: "You know I can't just leave these people here Scotty. We Wash's don't run when we have a job to do!"

Scott: "Jesus Christ, Dad there isn't gonna be much of a job left! The Chief's missing, we have no chain of command, the RPD is scattered three sheets to the fucking wind! What if one of those... things get in here?"

Walsh Sr.: "We'll deal with it if it comes to that! If you aint here to help, you should be back at the station and support your buddies! Aid these people! You just want to abandon them?" He asked, before he was shoved a little by another rowdy inpatient. He pushed the man back, and hand cuffs him to the rail next to the chairs. "There! Anyone else wanna be rough with me? I swear, I'll make your injuries worse if you be rough with the staff, that includes us security guards as well!" He spat, and the room got somewhat quiet. People began to cower back against the walls, and the other security guards began to ease up a little.

The elder Walsh turned to his son, and sighed. "Look, we're severely under staff here. The Doctor's have no protection, we need all the help we can get... help us get a semblance of order Officer." he says with tired eyes.

Scott looks at his father for a moment, and sighs. "....Sure, but after that... we're heading out you stubborn old goat." he says, patting his father's shoulder, turning to the patients.

His father chuckles. "What as disrespectful brat I've raised." He says in a joking manner, elbowing his son playfully back. "Okay!" He called out, waving over the nurses who were scared of the riotous crowd. "You're going to come up, one person at a time. If you try that shit again, I'm gonna bust your heads, got it?" He orders the civilians, his hand slowly removing itself from his holstered M92F.

Scott places a hand on his holster, and stands there, acting as another body to help the security personnel, and he looks out the double glass doors towards Park Street, scanning the street. He didn't feel right... he shouldn't be here, he knew. At the same time... it felt like something terrible was going to happen soon... he just knew it would.

Kathunk...

Kathunk...

Kathunk...

The sounds of someone beating on the windows would have drawn the other security guards to what Scott was observing... There was a person, bloody and mangled, screaming as he pound on the door for help. There were several other people shuffling behind him, before they pulled him away... eating him.

One of the injured in the corner began to twitch a little. He had been quiet for a while now, but was beginning to seize now, foam dripping down his chin, as he fell onto the floor in front of the entrance. One of the nurses rushed to lift him up, repulsed by his smell. Behind him, the cannibals outside began to stand, turning to face the glass doors and pound on them.

Kathunk...

Kathunk...

Kathunk...

Everyone watched the scene unfolding outside with fear and disgust, silently watching as the poor bastard was eaten alive. "What the fuck..." Scott says, hand undoing the claps onto his holster. This was his first time witnessing the deed at hand, but holy shit... was it more graphic than he thought. His father watched with an agape mouth, turning to Scott before approaching the door to which Scott grabbed his father's shoulder, shaking his head. "We can't afford to let those in-" He suddenly turned to the patient who fell over in a seizure, and was being carried away by the nurse, the sound of the fists beating on the glass doors... this time by the walking corpses... what else could they be? Their injuries were savage and wounds were ragged and bloody. Please tell me my dream with a pretty fox girl turned into a nightmare, this isn't real, I didn't just step onto the set of another Romero film!! He thought, gulping as he drew his pistol, both hands on the VP70 with the left hand cupping the base while keeping the barrel pointed down. "We need to move these people away from the doors." He says softly to his father, not wanting to start a panic, even as the glass began to wobble more intensely!

Walsh Sr. nodded. "Alright people, we're gonna take you further inside the hospital..." he, pulls out his keys. "We're going to move you all into the central waiting room, please move in an orderly manner..." he says, drawing his 92F from his holster, as did the other security guards.

Order was brief, as the glass began to fracture and spiderweb!

As things looked like they couldn't get any more worse, the nurse let out a garbled shriek of agony as the patient who had collapsed began to bite her neck! Two of the security guards quickly descended upon the madman, pulling at him, tugging him off the nurse as it took a chunk of her flesh away in turn! The injured inpatients began to scream, riot, and panic! Running past the guards to escape the mad man and the freaks pounding on the fragile glass doors!

The security guards and Walsh Senior turned their weapons on the madman, who was chewing on the woman's flesh; his eyes white, his skin a mottled gray! He let out a garbled moan and began to approach the guards!

KA-PING-KA-PING-KA-PING!

Multiple shots, the raised M92Fs recoiling, flashes of light and the smell of gunpowder igniting, the man receiving multiple wounds as he recoiled from the bullets! The madman stumbles back, falling onto his back when they finally stop!

The guards hold their fire, the injured civilians cowering around the reception desk as one of the guards go up to the man and checks the pulse...

"He's dead," he assured them, turning to the others with a grim look. When he screams, feeling something sink its teeth into his left hand! He turns, and is shocked to see the bullet riddled corpse on the other end of his hand! "What the fuck?!" He screams, slamming his gun against the mad man's forehead, when the creature yanks back, taking three of his fingers with him! The guard drops his gun, back crawling away from the monster who eats his fingers, blood running down his clasped hand! The mad man chest rises, sitting up, he turns daftly towards the other guards, chewing and moaning before Walsh Sr. puts a bullet between the zombie's eyes, his gun's report louder than the screaming guard's cries!

Kathunk...
Kathunk...
Ka-KRASH!!



Then, all hell breaks loose as numerous zombies break through the glass! They fall on their chests, the ones behind them walking over them, shambling, arms outstretched, moaning and hungering for the living's flesh! They stumble forwards, reaching for the guards and the civilians as the trampled zombies begin to rise...

The screaming, mutilated security guard is overwhelmed quickly, blood spraying from his wounds as he is eaten alive!

More gun shots, the security guards begin to fire off wildly, as panic ensues and people are forced to flee deeper into the hospital!

Random NPCs wrote:Order was brief, as the glass began to fracture and spiderweb!

As things looked like they couldn't get any more worse, the nurse let out a garbled shriek of agony as the patient who had collapsed began to bite her neck! Two of the security guards quickly descended upon the madman, pulling at him, tugging him off the nurse as it took a chunk of her flesh away in turn! The injured inpatients began to scream, riot, and panic! Running past the guards to escape the mad man and the freaks pounding on the fragile glass doors!

The security guards and Walsh Senior turned their weapons on the madman, who was chewing on the woman's flesh; his eyes white, his skin a mottled gray! He let out a garbled moan and began to approach the guards!

KA-PING-KA-PING-KA-PING!

Multiple shots, the raised M92Fs recoiling, flashes of light and the smell of gunpowder igniting, the man receiving multiple wounds as he recoiled from the bullets! The madman stumbles back, falling onto his back when they finally stop!

The guards hold their fire, the injured civilians cowering around the reception desk as one of the guards go up to the man and checks the pulse...

"He's dead," he assured them, turning to the others with a grim look. When he screams, feeling something sink its teeth into his left hand! He turns, and is shocked to see the bullet riddled corpse on the other end of his hand! "What the fuck?!" He screams, slamming his gun against the mad man's forehead, when the creature yanks back, taking three of his fingers with him! The guard drops his gun, back crawling away from the monster who eats his fingers, blood running down his clasped hand! The mad man chest rises, sitting up, he turns daftly towards the other guards, chewing and moaning before Walsh Sr. puts a bullet between the zombie's eyes, his gun's report louder than the screaming guard's cries!

Kathunk...
Kathunk...
Ka-KRASH!!



Then, all hell breaks loose as numerous zombies break through the glass! They fall on their chests, the ones behind them walking over them, shambling, arms outstretched, moaning and hungering for the living's flesh! They stumble forwards, reaching for the guards and the civilians as the trampled zombies begin to rise...

The screaming, mutilated security guard is overwhelmed quickly, blood spraying from his wounds as he is eaten alive!

More gun shots, the security guards begin to fire off wildly, as panic ensues and people are forced to flee deeper into the hospital!

Scott watched with horror as the scene devolved into mass panic! Feeling himself being carried back by frightened civilians as these freaky monsters attacked left and right, entering the lobby with a single minded purpose of stripping the flesh from their bodies! "Shit," Walsh dryly swallowed, firing his VP70 at one of the closer monsters, while his father and father's coworkers scrambled to hold back the zombies with their 92F's and brute force!

"Ah fuck, get everyone to the Central Waiting Room and the First Floor Passage!" Walsh Sr. exclaimed, through the chorus of screams and gunfire. Scott watched as their bullets did little to these approaching rioters, it was like they were hopped up on drugs, they just didn't seem to care they were being shot in the heart or lungs! The civilians began rushing into the central waiting area, as well as rushing the door leading to the first floor passage behind Scott; who was now trying to usher the fleeing survivors into the Central Waiting Room. "Dad! There's too many, we need to go!" He screamed, raising his gun one handed and fired at one of the hungry ghouls. He watched another security guard get tackled, and grabbed the perp, but not in time for the rabid man to tear off the guard's nose! "Fuck!" Scott cried, as the creature turned on him! He swept the pistol across the zombie's head and without much thought, pulled the trigger point blank against the man's temple. The zombie slumped in Scott's grip, and the young officer simply let the thing drop to the floor. Scott's heart was pounding, his eyes wide with shock! He saw his father locking the reception doors, turning and shooting the bloody monsters before running towards Scott.

"Dad, we really got to get going!" He reiterated, noting that his father was the only security guard left, still on their feet! His father was jogging towards him, not seeming to stop... and before Scott could react, his father shoulder tackled him, pushing him into the Central Waiting room, forcing Scott to fall flat on his ass! "Ooof!" Scott exhaled, cringing, hearing the security shutter drop down, which made him shoot back up, eyes wide! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?!"

Walsh Senior was on the other side of the sturdy security shutter, his eyes wet, a faint smile on his lips. "It only locks on this side Scotty..." he says, locking the shutter in place, the side panel out of reach from Scott's end. Scott rushed the gate, banging on it, clenching his teeth, his own eyes watery with tears. "Dad...! You, you gotta get out of there, you can still make it!" He cried.

Walsh Senior tossed his keys through the slots of the shutter, and turned away from his son. "Scotty... you make me proud..." he raised his handgun at the groaning, moaning creatures. "...Now get the hell out of this damn city! Save as many lives as you can!" He shouts to Scott before firing his handgun! "C'mover 'ere you fucking retards!" his father taunted, firing shots at the brainless creatures, side stepping away from the shutter!

"No! DAD!" Scott screamed, his watery eyes turning from the ring of keys to his father, who was leading the zombies away from them! His taunts and jeering being drowned out by the pained moans of hunger and gunfire! Scott tried to help, but aiming his pistol through the shutter was near impossible. "DAAAAD!" he shrieked.  

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Scott Walsh Senior's 92F's slide went back for a final time. Smoke was drifting out of the barrel, and there were a crowd of the monsters in front of him. He thought he would have been able to corral them out of the lobby, but slipped up and backed into a corner by accident. "Shit..." he grumbled, wiping tears from his eyes. "Fuck you..." he spat at the monsters. "Fuck you!" He repeated, tossing his empty gun at the closest, grabbing a nearby magazine rack and began to plow through the creatures, breaking the rack as he was immediately grabbed. "Fuck all you! We Walsh's never back down from a figggaaaaaaaah!!!" He screamed in agony as he felt teeth bite through the material of his jacket, ripping through his shoulder! He pulled out his maglite and began swinging it wildly like a baton! Smashing the zombies skulls as they began to dog pile over him! "I'LL FUCKING TAKE YOU ALL WITH MEEEEEEEEE!!!" He screamed, the old vet fighting even as they bit chunks of flesh out of his hands, his legs; even when they eviscerated him, pulling long strands of intestine out! He kept fighting to his last breath, and his final thoughts being with his son...

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Scott slumped to the ground, on his knees. The sounds of gunfire replaced with the sound of the zombies munching on flesh, and his father's screams of agony, that became his death knell. His fingers were slipped into the cracks of the shutter... banging his bowed head against the metal slats with tears rolling down his face. "Dammit... dammit... you old fool, why... why did you do that...?" he choked back the sobs. His father was dead, and had died, sacrificing himself, for his sake. He felt numb, and wanted to so desperately get a flame thrower or something and burn these fuckers to ashes! But he couldn't. He only had his standard issue, a baton, useless ass pepper spray... His father didn't deserve this, didn't deserve to die like that. The Walsh men have all been in the military and police since before the first World War; they were lucky bastards to survive each conflict, his father was a Vietnam Vet... only to be eaten by fucking... zombies?!

What ever's happening here... His right hand fell to the ring of keys, as he pulled himself to his feet with aid of the shutter. I'll find out... He looks at the keys, pockets them, then pulls up his handgun, checking the mag before hitting the slide release, giving his VP70 an 18 +1 capacity. I'll figure out whose behind this and make them pay.. He raised his head, his eyes red and angry but still welled up with wet tears. The sounds of the monsters eating those who couldn't escape the main lobby. He turned around, and wondered where the others ran off to. He had to push on, find any other survivors and get them to the station.

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