Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

In the weeks prior to the outbreak, Alex had been stuck in a hospital thanks to a job going wrong. He'd been in the city trying to take out a rather devious politician whom he'd been hired to kill publicly. Someone had gotten wind of the hit and it had turned into an all out gun fight the moment he got to his sniper perch. He'd managed to gun down several of the guards as well as some unfortunate police officers who took shots at him. Alex had never been a fan of killing innocent people and the cops were just doing their duty, which was why he'd aimed at their chests to hit the vests they were wearing. The guards took a bullet to the head. This didn't stop him from getting stabbed by a guard and shot a few times. Most of the rounds had hit his vest but the stab was something that went into his skin. He'd managed to get himself away from the hot zone without being seen by anyone living and he'd worn a mask on top of that. Usually incidents that involved assassin's going after crooked politicians were swept under the rug so that not too much attention was turned their way. When he got home he stayed for a night to let things calm down as well as take care of his injuries but for whatever reason, the universe hated him and he'd caught a bad fever that night. One that he wasn't able to handle on his own. So he was forced to check himself into the nearest hospital. The first night he'd just wanted to get some meds and call it a day but apparently they'd found something in his blood that made them check him in. Most likely from his trip to Africa a few months back. Naturally he hadn't been okay with that but the drugs to cool his fever had made him relax enough for them to check him in and get him into a bed. From there it was a fight to keep him in bed let alone keep him quiet as he voiced his displeasure. About a week later he went from being loud and thrashing in his bed to just going stone silent and trying to make the best out of his current predicament. When the shit hit the fan with the outbreak, Alex was over his fever for the most part, mainly his muscles were sore and over worked from the lack of water and movement. The blood infection was a bit longer lasting and kept him unconscious for most of his time there. Which was nice and it sucked at the same time. It was nice because he caught up on some sleep and his sleep was basically just pure black. No dreams, no flash backs of war and watching friends die, nothing like that. It was just a black hole where he could ignore the world and his past. The bad part was, ignoring the world meant that when a shot was delivered into his heart that made his eyes fly open, he was completely lost on what was going on. Alex was sitting up before his eyes had time to focus and as soon as he saw a blurred figure his hand snapped out and locked around the throat of the figure. Pushing the individual back he was on their chest and felt...breasts. A woman. Releasing his hold he blinked a few times and gave his cheek a firm slap before looking back to see a nurse. Sorry. Was all he said as he stood up and looked around taking in a quick investigation of their room. Seeing the window open he looked outside and saw the chaos that had come while he was asleep. He then saw the man eating a dead dog like it was just another day at work. Seeing the way his skin was rotting and the sounds he was making Alex came to the conclusion that he was not all there. Looking at the nurse he could see how she looked, looking at the large doors he could slightly see more of the dog muncher. Zombies. Awesome. He said in a sarcastic tone as he looked down outside again and focused his breathing since he knew he was working on a time limit. The adrenaline and whatever else she'd given him was like dumping a bucket of energy into his system. His muscles would work like they used to for a few minutes max IF he controlled his breathing and his heart rate to slow the flow of the drug. Seeing the vehicle he looked back at the door. It was giving in some areas but still had a lot of strength to it. Nodding he reached down and gripped the nurses wrist. With a heave he swung her over his shoulder so that she was riding piggy back on him. Don't argue. He said in an authoritative tone, then he made sure the way down was secured tightly before climbing out of the window with her. Getting them both down at the same time was better so that the other wouldn't have to just stand there and wait. As he climbed down the side of the wall he saw several remains of patients in their beds as they were being chewed on, a few nurses in the hall were also being snacked on. Poor sods. Keeping his feet planted on the side of the building he slowly lowered them down then shoved off of the wall at the end to avoid making too much noise by hitting the hood of the truck. Once they were both down he immediately let her off and checked under the wheel rim. Feeling the box he opened it and noticed there was no key. Sighing he stood up and looked at the man in the torn up uniform, seeing the keys on his belt. Oh goody. Walking over to the bag of supplies that the nurse had lowered down he dug around a bit then found a few scalpels. This would work. If the lore was true, the brain was still active. So taking that out would kill it, hopefully. Taking the scalpel he walked past the nurse. Stay here. Was all he said as he headed for the walker as it stood up and noticed he was heading its way. The eyes were milky white and the fingers were raw, missing flesh at the tips so that it was mainly bone. As the man, once the Fire Chief, swung, Alex stepped back quickly and shot his hand out, burying the scalpel into the temple of the man's skull. Once the scalpel was in he opened his hand and slapped the handle, shoving the metal all the way in. When the body fell and didn't move he nodded. Good. Killing the brain would kill the body. Good to know. Snatching the keys he walked back to the nurse and handed her the keys before opening the back door. He could already feel his muscles starting to give on him so he'd hang out in the back seat. I need to get to the city. Head outside the city to this address... Writing down an address that was WAY outside the city in the middle of no where, Alex slumped back into the seat as he winced. He was starting to fade again. His home was in the country, away from most civilizations. It took him about six minutes drive to get to town so he assumed there wouldn't be any undead in his area. It was also one of the safest areas to be since his house could withstand a bomb blast and still be fine. He had two panic rooms and his basement was an underground bunker for his weapons and other needs as an assassin. He had six escape routes, one of them being a tunnel that went about two miles east of his home and came out in the woods. House...safe.... He mumbled as he slipped to his side and his muscles finally gave out as the medication wore off.