CRACK

A high-pitched curse emitted from the surrounding darkness.

Zed growled audibly, emerging from his hiding spot and stretching his arms above his head, seemingly in pain. The long, jagged white spear he had held in his hand earlier was nowhere to be found, although there was now another sort of bone spear emerging from the man's chest. Or was it pierced? Regardless, it was obviously giving Zed a sort of amused, yet annoyed discomfort. The boy concentrated, and the bone swiftly absorbed itself into his body.

"Ah, man that was a WEIRD feeling." Zed gave the three others a half-salute. "Yo, call me Zed. Like 'Dead'...but 'Zed'. It sounded fitting-"

A stab of pain flashed in his brain, and Zed ducked backwards, just as an odd boy fell nearby, before jumping up and hissing like...a snake? A grin, not unlike his regular smirk, formed on his face, and Zed slowly brought his hands up, fingers now long, jagged, and lethally sharp claws.

Music, soft and low, played in her ears as she woke up. After a moment she realized that she was freezing, and that her bed was as cold as ice. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest to try to warm up. Her wings unfurled and wrapped around her holding in her body heat. As she sat there she tried to remember who she was, where she was, or anything, but each time she tried all she saw was a blinding white storm. I guess my name will be Storm she thought as she opened up her wings to take a look around the room.

Everything was covered in at least an inch of ice and snow, all surfaces had been scared by strong winds, and there were corpses along the walls. They had been slashed by the winds and frozen. One leaned against her bed with its hand resting on the edge near a device that appeared to be playing the music she was hearing.

She picked up the music player and, knowing that she wouldn't be able to walk on the ice, she started flapping her wings slowly rising into the air. She flew over to the door and tried opening it only to find that it was frozen shut. That doctor must have wanted this music playing for a reason. she thought as she searched through the music on the device. After a moment she found tropical music. As she listened a warm breeze picked up in the room. She tried to focus and strengthen the wind on the door, and succeeded in thawing it enough to open it. She let the die back down to a gentle breeze around her as she flew out into the hall. There was a bit of ice in front of the door, but once she was past it she landed on her feet, and almost oner hair which was now long enough to drag on the ground a little if she walked. As she put weight an her legs she almost collapsed, but she caught herself by leaning against the wall a little. She was able to take a few steps before falling, and deciding that she was going to have to fly. I need to find a wheelchair. I can't fly forever. she thought as she flew through the halls.

After a few minutes she heard some voices and flew towards them Hoping they were friendly. The warm breeze preceded her down the hall as she approached the others.

He looked around at all the people around him and suddenly backed up out of the crowd. One, maybe two strangers he'd been fine with, but this was too many suddenly showing up all at once. He was pushed far away from the girl again, but having heard her question he decided to address the crowd in general.

"I have a-a-a, I mean it's a really stupid name. Please just call me Jr."

John heard one of the small group address themselves as "Jr" as all things, however he barely registered the actual words. John's tongue darted in and out slowly as he examined Jr for a few seconds, taking in the boy's posture and meek appearance as well as replaying Jr's tone in his head a few times before subconsciously deciding that everything about the boy just screamed 'prey'. A movement to his right made John tilt his head in Zed's direction, he felt a small tingling in the base of his skull as he eyed the claws that tipped Zed's fingers, however he did not flinch despite the fact that he'd come to the subconscious decision that Zed was a possible predator. John's lips pulled back, revealing two rows of needle like teeth as well as a massive pair of canine teeth in his upper jaw, each sporting small grooves that dripped a clear liquid as the boy flickered his tongue and let out a loud, rasping hiss to warn Zed.

[For reference, this is what your average B.Gabonica hiss sounds like.]

Yeah, this was getting a tad...odd.

Zed tilted his head as a shorter, smaller, and generally...meeker looking boy said that his name was Jr. He gave a small nod, but his crimson eyes quickly began taking a small...'head count' of every boy and girl he could see in the large corridor. The snake-guy who hissed something fierce, the shy Jr. guy, the black-haired girl, the naïve girl from before, and judging from the sounds coming from the hall behind him...there was another person coming. Maybe someone else hiding. He nodded to himself again, looking around him before 'sheathing' his claws. The only one he could see as 'useful' for finding out more stuff was the snake guy, and he seemed to be on edge right now.

"Welp, nice meetin' you guys, but I have to see what in the Hell's going on here."

Zed snickered, touching his palm and seemingly grasping something, He pulled hard, and a 4-feet long, incredibly sharp bone was taken from the pale hand. He twirled it between his fingers, before giving another salute and walking casually farther down the corridor. "I need to find an office...or something. This has to be some sort of torture...hospital? Asylum? Prison?"

She ended up coming out behind a boy who was introducing himself. She looked down the hall he was standing in and saw a group of others. She tried to speak and ask them if they knew where they were and if any of them had seen a wheelchair sitting anywhere, but all she succeeded in doing was opening her mouth and making a few sounds that no one probably heard. It took her a few more tries before she was actually able to speak. "Excuse me, but do any of you know where we are?" She asked before pausing for a moment to formulate her next sentence. "Also, has anyone seen a whe-wheelchair?" Her speech was slow and deliberate as she asked the questions. When they looked they would see a girl with long, black hair and pale skin wearing a slightly town and damp white dress. It would look like she had her knees bent slightly even though she didn't.

Ellie approached the big group of people, enough people were present to draw her attention, her eyes still glazed over. "Does anyone have any water?" She whispered, a wide smile across her face. "It seems I've been a little messy..." she giggled.

Passing by other rooms, Vindle could see more corpses. Maybe I'm not the only one here then. he thought. Just when he thought that, he heard voices. Were they others like him? Or were they more people trying to find him? Cautiously, he peered around the corner to spy on them.

John ceased bearing his teeth and hissing and waited until Zed was out of sight before he eyed the newcomers with an unreadable expression somewhere between amusement and caution, particularly the girl that inquired about a wheelchair, 'instant prey. he mused mentally. He debated actually introducing himself to the group, however that would have to wait, his long forked tongue flickered out slowly, alerting him to the person who was hiding around a corner. John turned his head towards Vindle, then in a blur closed the distance between himself and the young man and staring him coldly in the eye, "You shouldn't be peering around corners like that." he said in a surprisingly smooth and subdued tone, "One might come to the wrong conclusion as to the nature of your intent...".

"Oh, sorry. I was just wondering if you people were staff here trying to find me or if you all mysteriously woke up here, too. Best to be cautious." Vindle said. His face showed no emotion, nor did his voice. But inside he felt a slight trigger of fear.

Jr looked pale all of the sudden. "The staff...I don't know what happened, but those guys where all dead." He sunk down to the floor. "Are we all alone?"

T'was a strange group, this one James had encountered was. They seemed relatively safe enough, if a bit odd. There was one that needed a wheelchair and the rest of the group didn't tear her to shreds and cannibalize her corpse and whatnot, so they seemed to be more or less in a similar situation. He noted that a few were rather odd in their nerve signals. Specifically, some seemed to have nerves that indicated non-human additions to the body. Like, for example, wings. Though it seemed from the sounds being made that the wings weren't the only odd bit going on....

'A spike in brain activity? What the he-'

Suddenly: a lizardy fellow.

Predatory eye contact was made between the two males as the lizard-ish one began speaking in a surprisingly concise voice. If TV was anything to go by, James would've expected more of a hissing sound, with more emphasis on the letter 'S'. Though this fellow did bring up a few good points. He did seem very suspicious.

"Well Mr. Rogers told me it was important to ask an adult before talking to strangers," James grinned, "especially when you find yourself in a place that looks like that bloody hospital from Silent Hill." He stuck his hand out, "James, at your service."

Lynn looked at all the new people and was very happy there were so many . She smiled wide." Y'all can call me Lynn ." That was weird she didn't know her name earlier .that must mean her memory is returning. " Well since we're all here maybe we should stay together for a bit." She hoped they would say yes. She didn't like being alone at all.

Vindle walked up to the group. "Anyone know what's going on?" he asked.

"I don't think anybody else really knows either." Jr mumbled in Vindle's general direction, still slumped against the wall. "It's like a really, really bad dream."

I can't... I can't open my eyes just yet

what is this feeling?

I'm on something... soft...

lacy...

or is that my name?

Who am I?

The young girl rose from her bed. Her hands grasped wildly for support, but realized she was on a sterile, metal cot and the soft thing was actually someone's hair, and the hair was not actually attached to a body, as several decapitated heads lay strewn across the tile floor. The girl flinched. And yet, her surroundings looked familiar, as if she had already woken up to this before. Her hands shakily reached up to her cheeks, and felt dried tears. Her eyes felt sore; she must have cried recently. Her hands, retracting from her pale face, came into view.

And they were covered in blood.

Screeching, the young girl recoiled. The noise came out louder than intended, cracking and rippling as if it had not been used in years.

I killed these people.

Automatically, robotically, the girl stood up. She saw a swordlike blood-red object leaning against the cot and picked it up, internally knowing it to be the murder weapon she used. There was no other explanation besides that she had gone completely insane.

If I stay here any longer, I might kill more people too. I need to leave. I don't want to be a murderer. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Fresh tears clung to her cheeks, tears that somehow turned solid and hit the floor as sharp spears of ice, shattering into a million pieces.

Storm guessed that no one had heard her question since nobody bothered to answer. She listened to some of the others introduce themselves. When they were done talking she flew closer to the group, and spoke a little more loudly. "I-I think my name is Storm." She smiled to Lynn. "I like the idea of staying together."

A sharp-toothed frown formed on Zed's face as he stared at the standard steel door. He could hear the occasional chatter coming from the corridor, and the warped teen gave the moving shadows an occasional look before finally turning around and focusing on the door of his interest. "This is probably for nothing..." he muttered, bring a hand up and placing it against the steel door. His arm began pulsing with crimson veins, before it suddenly became gigantic and muscular, the fist spiked with bone callouses. Zed swung around, his massive right arm slamming against the steel door and throwing it right off the hinges. A loud crash accompanied this.

"Let's see..." he muttered, his arm returning to it's normal size. Clenching his bone spear tightly in his hand, Zed scurried around the room, looking through different file cabinets, desks, and closets. Everything was empty, however, and the boy growled softly, walking out of the room. "I'm at a loss. Might as well go back to those other kids..." Zed boredly began twirling his spear between his fingers, walking back towards the group, his footsteps quiet, yet echoing.

The girl hesitantly opened the door to her room, weapon in hand. She realized that something was not right; there were others around, and they might be dangerous. She didn't want to fight anyone, but still gripped her sword tightly, adrenaline pulsing through her veins. As she walked, she saw a steel door that was crumpled to the ground.

Someone has been here recently.

Contemplating whether to enter the room, she eventually decided to pass. If someone had entered- or exited- by force, it was probably dangerous. Peering down a long corridor, she spotted a frightening ...man? Beast? Although humanoid, his lean frame and long hair looked like they belonged to something else. She stood silently, watching him walk away, unsure of what to do.

Avery groaned as she woke, a searing pain in her side as if she had been stabbed. She stood and realised there was a knife in her side, piercing her skin. She withdrew it, wiping the blood on the sheets, and saw as the gash closed up to make a scar in less than a minute. She took the knife and advanced toward the door, realising it was locked. "Damn..."She muttered, concentrating on the lock. With a click, it opened. She twisted the cold, faded doorknob and walked out into the hallway, knife still firmly in hand, poised in front of her menacingly.