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City Road Hospital, Pt 4 [Nov. 29th, 2006|11:06 am]
From Salt to Sand: A Demon the Fallen World War II
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In the space of a few minutes, things had gone from bad to worse. And to think things had been looking up.

They'd found a little girl in Intensive Care, the room adjoining the Operating Theatre. She'd been hiding in the corner, whimpering, and so they'd approached her. The others talked to her, while Izmael dispassionately lopped the head off another blood drooling zombie, this one crawling along the floor in rickety movements. He'd offered her a chance to be friendly. She bit the end of his sword, and so without another word the axe came down.

But the whimpering girl...she proved to be much more of a hassle. She ranted about how 'you never came', and how things had gone wrong, and so forth and so on. Clearly important stuff. But then she tried to leave, scampering away. Izmael's body, coiled spring at the worst of times, had gone off without hesitation, and he had leapt out of the way like a startled jackrabbit. Raziel, however, had opted to grab her. It was at this point that everything went wrong.

She had moved so fast, it was like she went from one position to another without even considering the intervening movements. Before any of them knew what was happening, she had seized Raziel by the throat. One step in her direction, and she had moved again, this time holding Raziel like a human shield, facing him towards us.

"YOU NEVER CAME!" she had screeched, and then she hurled Raziel at Mikhail, rushing from the room in an angry blur. Raziel sailed like a well aimed sack of potatoes, slamming into Mikhail with a loud thud and bringing them both to the ground. They had gotten up, angry and a little bruised, and so Tobias stepped up, and did his best to fix things as best he knew how.

He had tried to heal them.

It worked. For a given value of 'worked.'

Izmael pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed. Mikhail was scrounging for materials to seal off the area, ropey strands of blood hanging from his face, drooling out of every orifice. Raziel, stooped in much the same gory attire, was hacking up the zombies that had tried to rape Illaria. Tobias' demon powers had turned them into blood zombies, like the others. They were still them, underneath it all, but their actions were being driven by the need to 'complete the ritual'. Whatever the hell that meant.

A pang of sympathy rang inside Izmael like a bell. They were helpless, the poor fools.

But so was Rukov, as fas as they knew.

These two were tainted, but ultimately manageable. The search had to continue.