I hate this place... [OPEN]

[Fujita Rei]

Never see it comin'
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
And that fire in her eyes

She hated it. Hated this place with a passion, hospitals were creepy, all of those nurses and such shuffling around the halls checking on you, she hated it. So, why in the first place was she here? Well, if you were from this village, you'd want to find anything and well by anything I mean anything to use as a weapon. Hospitals were a haven for sharp objects and things that may or may not be useful. So why not go for an adventure.. or rather misadventure into the Saiga Hospital. Which reminded her, the Saiga family were supposedly who her 'parents' worked for. She didn't know who her parents were, or what they even looked like, all she remembers is one day she woke up here, with a bandage on her head and a strange looking nurse asking if she was alright. Rubbing her temples she sighed, hearing the familiar giggles in distant hallways of impending danger.

She had to make sure she was silent throughout her little trip in here, hell, maybe she'd find the current director of this hellish place. Jade eyes were keen on movements and sounds from within the hospital, it wasn't like she was going to saunter about and act like she was queen of this place. No, not unless she had a death wish, which apparently she had because she remained in this village for so long. Slipping into a vacant room, she appreciated the dim light showing her a perfect place to hide if the shuffling came near. Which, from the sounds of it, it was getting closer. She slipped behind a storage room door, it was better to be safe than sorry. Did she bring a weapon with her? No, her prized weapon was stored safe and sound in her 'home' within the village. The Shibito, they wouldn't be able to find it, they weren't exactly intelligent enough to outwit her.

So as the shuffling passed and she deduced it to be safe, she left the storage room and began to silently sift through objects in the room. Outside, it was daylight, the window allowed some of the light of the daytime to filter in as she continued to sift through the objects in the room. Finally she found something at least a little bit useful, a scalpel. It was sharp, and she could stab a human shibito to the point where they were incapacitated with it. She was a woman, and unfortunately physical combat was never her true forte, she was much better with a firearm. But she never had the luck of finding one to take in this village. So now, she slinked out of the room, like a cat and continued to wander deeper into the hospital. Mentally cursing herself for resorting to this place to look for useful items. She hated hospitals, in truth they scared her. But she would never admit to that. Not in a thousand years. Hell make that eternity.

So silently, she crept through the rooms, hiding until it was safe and sifting for information or weapons. Information was good, the more knowledge you had, the more chances at survival you had and survival was key. Thankfully she was grateful for being a tomboy, she may be a woman but she could climb trees like nobody's business and that single talent saved her ass multiple times. Survival, her heart beat for that word, and her brain screamed it. It was why she came up with a little set of rules she followed without fail in Hanuda. Rule one: Stay fit. If you're out of shape, you're out of luck and dead. Rule two: Friends are not friends. They're meat shields. Those were just a few rules she followed. Inwardly she laughed and smirked as she slipped through a hallway unnoticed. Perhaps wandering here wasn't a good idea, as she found the deeper she went, the darker the hospital seemed to become...

Now the cards are on the table
And the bullets in the gun, yeah

[Seigo Saiga]

The nurses were restless, for the most part. Saiga heard their incessant chatter, the trilling of the voices and the clicking of their heels as he worked from inside one of his many offices. They were easily subdued, though constantly on the alert, muttering his name as they passed by the locked door. On occasion Yukie would knock, call for him and be on her way, the sliver of light that appeared from under the door no indication to her instinctual nature that he was on the other side. He dipped the tips of his fingers into the cool waters of the sink of his ‘examination room,’ the liquid undisturbed and unpolluted for the most part. Somehow rust had managed to collect around the tip of the faucet; the deteriorated state of Hanuda violated his most private of sanctuaries. Saiga found this to be something of a nuisance and a disturbance in its own right. If it managed to work its way down here, who knows how much farther this taint had managed to spread.

Slowly he immersed his hands, picking beneath his fingernails and removing the dried residues of blood and gore, the smell of warm and rotting intestines festering in the room caused Saiga to wrinkle his nose in a slight distaste. It had become something of a familiarity now, these putrid aromas and sounds of a quick anxiety. He drained the water once he cleaned his hands to a fair degree, his dark eyes locked on the pieces of cracked tile at eye level. The mirror had been removed some time ago; there was no use for it, a simple distraction that only provided a grotesque reflection. The doctor merely shook his head, turning away from the sink to wipe his hands dry with a soiled towel. He grimaced at the slight traces of blood that remained, though dried it canceled out the action of cleaning his hands in the first place, Saiga found this to be something of an annoyance.

His dark eyes turned to the mess upon his examination table, blood dripping and pouring into the cracks between the stained porcelain tiles as he observed the slight discolorations in the organs and skin. For the most part these creatures remained fairly humanoid, though they bled through most of their orifices, eyes, mouth, and sometimes their nose depending on the severity of their transformation. These things were not human, regardless of their appearance and behavior, and regardless of its incapacitated state he knew this thing, this creature, would rise again shortly to scream and howl in anguish at its open stomach and chest. He wondered if it would piece itself together, if skin and bone and muscle would weave to close the wound, it would have to be a careful observation, turning his gaze in the direction of his rifle before moving to the right corner of the room to retrieve it. He had to dispose of this thing before that time came; his experiment was over, for the time being.

With gun in hand he quickly opened the door before backing away, raising the sight and positioning the rifle at his shoulder. There was no sign of the nurses for the most part; it must have been when they switched their rounds. How fortunate. Saiga back tracked to the examination table, grabbing the cold body of the Shibito and hauling it over his shoulder, its dark blood spilling over the back of his white lab coat and soaking into the teal turtleneck beneath. It pressed against his skin, the feeling of this familiar wetness causing him to shudder as he carried the corpse through the lower levels of the basement before reaching the elevator. He was pressed for time, pushing the button that took him to the first floor. There was something in him that remained, the instinct of catch and release, the idea that this was something of a sick twist on a hunt. He had finished with his prey and keeping it around would be useless. He groaned with the weight of the mine worker on his back, exhaling as he gripped its hands and continued to carry it over his back down the dark halls of the hospital, his flashlight tucked away in his coat. Saiga had gotten used to the darkness, regardless of the small slivers of light that peered in from the outside world; this dreary atmosphere was still hard to navigate.

However, he stopped in his tracks. Someone else was in the hallway, he wasn’t alone. He heard shuffling, not the sound of heels per-say, but someone else was in here. Another survivor? More than likely a Shibito. Saiga looked around, finding a room near his left he dropped the corpse inside, closed the door and pulled a gurney in front of it. Should that thing spring to life while he was combating another one of those creatures it would lead to his demise and he had already decided it was too early in this game for that. Silently he raised his gun, the butt firmly pressed against his shoulder as he kept his back to a wall, walking down with the open doors in his sight. “If you are looking for something in here, I don’t think you’ll find anything.” He called out, his English broken, barely understandable though audible and lacking the strange murmur that accompanied the Shibito’s speech. “ここであるが、死の何もありません。”

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ここであるが、死の何もありません。 = There is nothing here but death.

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[Fujita Rei]

“Ifyou are looking for something in here, I don’t think you’ll find anything.”

The woman stopped her sifting for information and straightened. No, she wasn't startled, she accounted for this man to show up and sort of rain on her parade. Making no noise as she turned to face the gun-wielding man, she smirked. Her eyes glittering with some sort of familiarity to this man that she couldn't place. Perhaps he was another person she had known before her accident. Rei was amused with this situation, more than what she probably should be. After all, she was not at all equipped to fight shibito from a safe distance. Not only that, but she was facing a man with a gun on his shoulder which could mean she'd get her brains blown out right here on the hospital room floor. Perhaps her indifference to life and death and her indifference to this entire situation would save her and keep her alive. Or perhaps it would kill her.

"Mmmm. I'm not looking for anything in particular. Just, something that could be of use to myself later on." what had the hospital become? A thrift shop for survivors? She thought so obviously. Rei gestured to the various surgical instruments she had collected and then proceeded to gather them in her hands. Heh, with her luck she could play darts with a shibito and get away. She sized the man up, in the dim light she could tell that he was a bit bigger than her. Disadvantage? Perhaps. Her mind calculated at a mile a minute. The incessant chattering of the nurses neared their location Rei's ears picked up the sound of real heels clicking against the floor. Surely this would be a good time to move her ass out of the way should a shibito rear its ugly head in her presence. Sighing she almost nonchalantly stepped directly in front of Saiga.

"ここであるが、死の何もありまӕ 9;ん"

The raven haired woman quirked a brow, an uncharacteristic smirk seemingly made her seem more and more like she was insane. She was far from it, she was just... smart. Considering his words as his voice echoed in her mind, once again like a half remembered song. "Death eh?" she murmured as if truly thinking about his words. Her eyes drifting to the floor as she silently 'thought' which was more gauging where the nurses were at the current time. She was alert and constantly analyzing the information that she was hearing, seeing and feeling. Her brain seemed to process things almost like a computer. She smirked. "If there is nothing here but death, then must I kill you? Honestly, I would never want to dirty my hands with the blood of a survivor. Certainly not one as well known in the village as you."

Her steps were quiet as she continued to walk through the room and ever closer to Saiga. The nurses were getting closer once again, and she would be damned if this man didn't make use of himself. Looking to her left, she chuckled darkly as a nurse did appear. It was almost catlike in the way she reacted, putting Saiga between herself and the now enraged nurse. "You sir have the gun. You take care of it." she said while escaping down the hallway, she didn't look back and see if Saiga was being attacked or anything, she just decided to slip into another room and continue her search. Medical tape, yes that was quite useful, gauze, and supplies for when and if you ever got hurt. She stocked up on it, storing it in pants pockets and well, the way all women at one point store things, in her bra. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

She took what she needed and slid back into a closet to hide.