People easily make assumptions about thoughts, actions and such when a persons face is covered. Usually, all those assumptions are of ill intent. This is no different, while his face was covered in a gas mask (This isn't evil per say), it made me nervous. Feel ill at ease. It must have been the glaring but menacing look everyone gets while wearing a gas mask. Either he was smart and didn't want blood in his eyes, or he was somebody of ill intent. Too many movies and games made me pretty wary of this fact. The irony, right? A video game telling me what to do and what not to do. It almost makes me laugh. As for the direction he moved, it seemed to move towards our general direction.
I don't like the looks of this Nails. We need to get out of here, now.
Gotcha. Fetch Sophie and we'll be out of here in no time. Since we can't take the secondary route, we'll just have to take the initially planned route. It's gonna be a pain... Sigh.
I hear you sister. But for now, asses into gear, go go go.
We picked up our stuff and left. Stuffing the gun in the back of my pants and the ammo in my pockets, we up and left like our butts were on fire. We started moving down the corridor in a rapid pace with Nails reading the map as we navigated our way around the dreary but currently silent corridors. Five minutes passed and still no sounds but the echo of our steps and our ragged breaths. My arms were getting tired from holding onto Sophie and running at the same time but since leaving her behind wasn't an option, I held on as tightly as I could. When we got closer and closer to our destination, sounds could be heard. Some moaning, some what sounded like scratching on the walls and some just plain haunting. It felt like we were right in the middle of a typical carnival scary house and knowing that anything could jump at us at any moment put me on high alert. I grabbed my gun and held onto it the best I could with Sophie in my arms, putting the safety on just in case I’d accidentally pull the trigger for some stupid reason. We wandered on, the tension almost touchable, it wasn't pleasant. We could hear them moan, and scratch on the doors as we passed, thank god they didn't know how to open a door. Otherwise, we'd be pretty screwed. We approached the conference room and to our relief, we didn't hear any banging on the doors to it. That means that we probably haven't given away our location just yet. No sight of the person that is coming our way just yet, everything seemed to go according to plan for now. We hurried on through the corridor and on to the next corridor which would hopefully lead us out of here. Or at least, pass us through these zombie infested rooms.
There was not much to see here to be honest, except for the occasional banging on a door once in a while (Which I assure you made us just as bad jump as the first time it happened). This is exactly what you could call monotone, same thing everywhere. It was the same in the medical wing, it's like the architectural designers of this place had a thing for boring, dreary and repetitive. Or perhaps they were underpaid and did it as a practical joke on their bosses. Who knows? Now, we had an option of taking an elevator or the stairs. Now, enough movies and games have told me countless times that taking the elevator in a place like this is a bad idea. Why? Because of a few scenarios. For starters, we don't know in what condition the elevator is in. For all we know, it could be ready to drop us anytime. Deeper into the complex. I really hope i don't have to explain why that isn't desirable. Second, it could be filled with the undead. Third, when we arrive at our destination, there is no telling if the door is going to open and swarm us with undead, and then we have nowhere to run. So, the stairs it is. We slowly approached the door leading to the stairs, and we heard no distinct sound. All good, too good I guess. But second guessing everything is just going to make me paranoid of everything so I decided to just open the door slowly before I could talk myself out of it. The door creaked a little while I opened it, but when it was slightly ajar and I took a look, it seemed that no one was there and there was no activity as well so... Safe for now. Phew. Heading inside, I locked the door after me. No sense in setting up an easy ambush should the zombies on this floor break free. We proceeded upstairs as far as we could. We had no real way of knowing if we were getting closer out, but up usually is a good idea. At least in theory. When we hit the top about four floors, we were both a bit nervous. The masked man was here, best case scenario, he was on our side, worst case scenario... Well... Better get going.
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