Payne of the Bites (Pt. 4)

"The deep down lab assistant ultimately triggered a brainstorm within herself akin to the idea of evolution." The lab assistant's boss, on the other hand, was always being judged by higher-ups on their latest scientific results.

It appears that the company for whom this underground science facility was created had strategic goals in mind for its bio warfare speciality. The highly skilled assassin John Wick, the successor of hitman Agent 47, has finally completed his mission. Global satellites had acquired images of a mysterious monster roaming Mexico's southern borders.

Fire and wind appeared to have contributed in the construction of this entity from earth and wood. The elemental being turned into a wolf and fled rapidly. The lab assistant's epiphany had been to acquire this new shape shifter specimen with the freshly created bio weapon while it was on the move. Because they had honed in on their elemental target using the satellite's new signature, the outbreak would not hinder their next research experiment from succeeding." After waking up from their little slumber, Louis and the other survivors arrived at their new site.

The bright hues of the Mercy Hospital sign, written in soft off-white, dominated the night skies. The gang arrived at their destination in a grey minivan. The moans of the dead persisted in filling the air. The cold was stagnant, and those who lived in it received little warmth. Francis' final meeting with Bill before departing him had left him shaken. After the events at the Blood Harvest Cabin, Zoey had hardened as well.

After accounting for all of the surviving survivors' ammo and rations, the gang proceeded to the hospital in search of any further survivors and supplies. Francis moved closer on a dark figure in the distance who appeared to be watching the group from the rooftop. The stranger stooped forward and waved at the cyclist, hoping for a friendly response. Zoey approached Francis with caution, as if she had been conversing to him for some time. The uneasy stillness was all that remained when Francis snapped out of his deep meditation on what he had just seen.

As a constant reminder of former experiences filled the white collared veteran's head, Louis paid little attention to Zoey and Francis. The creepy feeling of Francis still being watched began to creep over the biker as the group utilized sharp sharpened weapons to silently fight their way through the levels of Mercy Hospital. Louis discovered a medical cabinet when the gang split up to check the floor they were on for supplies. When Louis closed the cabinet mirror, the reflection was a tall woman dressed in a nurse's uniform to the hospital. She was covered with scars and bruises, and the blood on her bone saw was still warm.

The nurse surged forward to strike, but when Louis turned around, it was Francis who began stabbing him instead. Louis had fired a shot from his Glock Nine, attracting some walkers. The light smokiness of Francis's eyes was the only thing Louis remembered seeing before falling into his dark abyss. The man in front of Louis was no longer Francis, as though possessed by another entity. As the insane biker went back to find Zoey, who was now vulnerable and alone, the door in back of Francis, where he had left Louis, pounded back and forth with a vengeance.

Francis and Zoey were able to escape the wandering corpses infesting the lower hospital floors by finding an elevator to the Mercy hospital's top floor. The goal was to find a radio signal to a type of chopper that would put an end to the lingering horrors. As Zoey exited the elevator to look for the radio, Francis could see it via the reflection off the metal. It looked to be a masked welding figure as it returned Francis's reflection. Louis, he believed, had awoken from his nightmares.

The pale grey van was parked outside Mercy Hospital, and Louis was still inside. This time, though, the entire parking lot appeared to be vacant, with no sign of Francis or Zoey. A dark smoke began to fill the hospital corridors as Louis began loading his Glock Nine. All Louis could hear was someone humming. Louis started to wonder about the humming, and then there was stillness, no reaction.

A ghostly figure stepped through the wall to strike the white-collared veteran. The phantom figure was the same bloodied nurse Louis had imagined he'd escaped from. That fateful night, Louis received no compassion; it seemed that his childhood transgressions were completely evident in the dimension Louis was now plagued with, and it would never let him depart unscathed.

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