Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 13, 2007 0:33:15 GMT -5
Priz looks around for a while, but he fails to find anyone he recognizes on the first or second floors. With a sigh, he turns down one of the emptier hallways, planning to return to the cafeteria. Suddently, the window at the end of the hallway expoldes, and a man comes through.
"VIVA LA REVOLUCION!" he screams, firing a couple rounds from what looks to be an assault rifle into the chest of the only police officer stationed on the floor. The few doctors and medics around dive for cover or are gunned down by the bullets being sprayed everywhere.
Priz ducks behind a wall, and his hand flashes to his homemade rifle holster, only to find it empty. DAMNED HOSPITALS!. Peering carefully around the corner, he asses the situation. I'm stuck in a hall with a bunch of useless doctors and a madman. I don't have a gun, and the nearest one is somewhere on that dead cop. Who is next to someone who's trying to kill me. Great. He rummages through his pack, but all he manages to come up with are a few flares and his crowbar. Well, I can't just sit here. He's bound to move down the hall eventually, and then I'm fucked.
Summoning up his courage, Priz waits until the killer stops to reload, and then charges down the hall towards him, crowbar in hand. Before he can reach his target, the man slips another clip into his weapon, and levels it at Priz' head. All time seems to stop. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot, and now he's going to kill me. He can see the smile on his killers face, and hear his finger as it squeezes the trigger. He cringes, and CLICK, the killers weapon misfires. Both he and Priz are in shock, but he recovers first, smashing Priz in the face with the butt of his weapon. Priz sinks to the floor. The last thing he hears before losing conciousness is the sound of help coming up the stairs, and giving the madman a liberal dose of lead.
"VIVA LA REVOLUCION!" he screams, firing a couple rounds from what looks to be an assault rifle into the chest of the only police officer stationed on the floor. The few doctors and medics around dive for cover or are gunned down by the bullets being sprayed everywhere.
Priz ducks behind a wall, and his hand flashes to his homemade rifle holster, only to find it empty. DAMNED HOSPITALS!. Peering carefully around the corner, he asses the situation. I'm stuck in a hall with a bunch of useless doctors and a madman. I don't have a gun, and the nearest one is somewhere on that dead cop. Who is next to someone who's trying to kill me. Great. He rummages through his pack, but all he manages to come up with are a few flares and his crowbar. Well, I can't just sit here. He's bound to move down the hall eventually, and then I'm fucked.
Summoning up his courage, Priz waits until the killer stops to reload, and then charges down the hall towards him, crowbar in hand. Before he can reach his target, the man slips another clip into his weapon, and levels it at Priz' head. All time seems to stop. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot, and now he's going to kill me. He can see the smile on his killers face, and hear his finger as it squeezes the trigger. He cringes, and CLICK, the killers weapon misfires. Both he and Priz are in shock, but he recovers first, smashing Priz in the face with the butt of his weapon. Priz sinks to the floor. The last thing he hears before losing conciousness is the sound of help coming up the stairs, and giving the madman a liberal dose of lead.
