I opened my eyes slowly and pushed myself up, taking a moment to observe my surroundings. I was in a dark alleyway, surrounded by old, tattered newspapers and plastic wrappers. The asphalt underneath me was slick and wet with what appeared to be, well, what I hoped was water.
I rose to my feet quickly, my muscles and joints aching in protest. My head began to throb, but I ignored the pain and walked the length of the alley, anxious to see what lay ahead of me. I expected to see a shabby old house, or an old bridge, but instead, spotted a sign that read, “St. Johnson Hospital ((sorry, couldn’t remember if the hospital had a name or not, and RAF won’t load)).”
“Strange. What’s a hospital?” I wondered aloud, allowing my curiosity to take over as I began to walk toward the large facility. Luckily, the roads were empty, so I didn’t need to worry about traffic. Aaron, the “professional street-boy” had taught me to be cautious in the city. If only he were here right now…
I forced his memory from my mind, knowing it would only upset me, as I neared the entrance of the main building. But before I could reach the sidewalk, I stopped, noticing a dark figure crouching in the shadowed corner. Something was wrong about this person. Something was—off.
Just then, the figure stood, walking toward me slowly, as if trying to stay hidden. Paying close to the facial features, I soon realized it was a young man. In one hand he held what could only have been a gun.
Shock spurted through me like icy water. I ran toward the door, anticipating the sound of the gun firing. The man followed only a few feet behind me, holding the gun at eye level. I prayed he wouldn’t shoot as I forced the glass doors open and ran inside. “Die, Yeerks!” the man shouted. He aimed at the ceiling and fired the gun, sending huge chunks of plaster and stone tumbling down, along with thick clouds of dust. All at once, the people of the hospital sprung into action.
Just then, two boys, a girl, and a male young adult entered the room ((Ace/Ais, Norin, Chase, Richard)). Everyone stepped backward in shock. “Aha!” the crazy man screamed. “I’ve got you now!” He aimed the gun at the small group of cowering people, grinning from ear to ear, as if this were a fun, harmless game.
Before I could think or make plans, I made a dive for the floor, grabbing hold of the man’s legs and wrestling him down. He pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed over the white floor and struck the nearest wall. But the game wasn’t over just yet…
